Crie de Cœur

Crie de cœur, 

weighed in the balance and found wanting, 

a heart heavier than the feather. 

Nature became my golden fetters. 

Heaven raining down a rising Hell.

Conserve my rights with a left progression 

An identity inherited 

Refabricated with false-hands imperious. 

Receive it, not achieve it.

Not for misjudged wishes 

In time I will be defined, 

irrespective of the covetous inside 

Earned and yearned. 

Building in His image Pure. 

In love be well pleased, bearing fruit effortlessly. 

For God sowed us in a forest of seas. 

Purpose not to search or find or redefine, 

Gifts written to my name,

I’ve crushed myself with the weight of mapping the universe.

This life isn’t a furniture set to assemble with blank instructions.

For God so loved us He laid out the constructions 

Why’d I take on the responsibility of God? Who bewitched me? 

850 lies for every one truth. 

For every thousand abominable acts, 

384 are reported, 

57 arrested, 

11 prosecuted, 

7 convicted, 

and 6 put in prison. 

That’s justice lacking the Omniscient Witness. 

Evil’s deceit is I’m my own judge.

True success is living in God’s Will regardless of what comes.