Unanswered


The night beckons as you lie on your back;
gazing upwards, thoughts float with unanswered
prayers; angry at God, you begin to curse and
swear “This, not fair, this situation we are in.
war and deceit are rampant among men,
verily, even more-so within me. Would you
have me flee - to the farthest of the World?

please, I beseech thee! Release me from this Hell;
take them! Take them! I can feel their fear, it
poisons the air! Will you save us? Is there no
pity remaining in your heart, or is your energy
being drained, drained by Regret, regret for
creating an imperfect existence?” The hopelessness
is limitless; despite being in this expansive

Verse, there is no space for forgiveness.

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