The curse of ignoring blessings is inescapable.
Fleeing from blessings is a path fleshy torment
the hunger of evil is never satisfied.
How long will you ponder the simplicity of truth
while you invent excuses for inglorious lies?
What needs to be or happen for your acquiescence?
Must your back be broken, must your legs be hobbled, must your sight be stolen?
What shall be done if these things don't bring you to your destiny?
Shall creation have a limitless patience with your foolishness?
Shall rebellion and a stubborn nature be rewarded
You question the thing that was made for you, why do you disregard the gift so blatantly?
When I'm done I'll know myself in shame that all see me in.
When I'm done my yoke's burden will weigh along the duration of my cursed days ignoring my blessing.
When I'm done I'll be under foot of those that mock me in scornful delight
as the hour glass of patience was turned on it's other end.
When I'm done I'll be humbled before my own self loathing
counting excuses of inglorious lies I spoke denying truth.
When I'm done my self esteem will count for nothing.
When I'm done and my youthful strength is gone
the agony of age will be my toil
and I will endlessly profess the very thing I denied
When I'm done the perfection of creation will haunt my thoughts
it will possess my flesh and steal my soul.
When I'm done
only the spirit will remain
waiting in fear of truth's judgement until Truth is done.