Life, I wonder
You keep running after
the same things you try to elude.
And this got me so confused.
How did I give myself to darkness,
to let her eyes seduce my corpse of sin
from the grave of Calvary
to her bed of exhumation?
It is not a bed time tale
to survive here in this orphanage planet,
Where it seems,
heaven is deafening silent.
Yet, our ways; a heavy sounding gong,
do not always leave a headroom,
For a lost dog to hear the small
but saving voice of the groom.
And if I couldn’t find a candle of grace,
to trace the footprint of my shadow today,
from the long distance of lust and ignorance,
then, on his return,
Father may not know his son.
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