As my heart bursts forth my fire I let it burn
Your love I seek and enormously yearn
I felt ashamed because of my desire
But no longer, as it was consumed by His Fire
I reached out and my hand was turned to glass
By now, my love, there should be no more class
Evil still regurgitating all the incoherent lies
Infected the body and now there are flies
I rely only on one thing deep down inside
The God of Love and not of pride
Yet I have been levelled down by your sins
All you care about are your so called wins
God’s anger palpable and turning into smite
My choice to drink or pour the cup of wrath is right
If I drink, then I alone suffer for it
If I pour, then the wrath of my Father I shall writ
The cup was full and I drank so down I went
Not that you care, I still paid the rent
I barely recovered and behold I looked
The cup of wrath was full again, I’m cooked
See my dilemma? See my predicament?
I came down for what I was meant
And now I must choose again, I can already feel it
I will suffer no matter what, I am all alone, I am it
A Prophet Scorned 