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I long to die

In the mother’s womb

Then I‘d sleep

And be at rest

Never alive

Like a miscarriage

That has been buried

In mud and dirt



Isn’t he here

To take our weakness

And to bore

Our disease



Shouldn’t he

Save us from drowning

Yet no calm in sight



Futile, useless

Pathetic and wretched

Perverted and embezzled



Idle, feckless

Acts of compassion

Serve wore and shine



One misconception

As it ever was

Acts and words

Just echos in the void



Not a glass of wine

Nor a loaf of bread

Will ever change

A certain fate



Why does God

Give a light

To the weary

And afflicted hearts



That wait for death

And it does not come

And paths are covered

All around



But as expected

Still left alone

But as expected

Not a bit of hope