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Bemusing Enigmatic Inquiries For The Deific On High
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For none of us knows what it was like to bear such a burden cross as He did-
Neither can any of us know what it is like to have been adorned a thorny crown, as He had forced upon His head-
Nor can we imitate the holes where the nails nailed into His hands-
Yet there are more than a few-
Who knows what it feels like to carry around a great albatross of suffering anguish -
Who are hexed with being tormented by a constant bothersome impediment-
And there are far too many who have holes in their souls, hearts, and their humanity-
Which has got some of us wondering is there such a thing as a sweet victory,
Or are there only bittersweet victories to be won in small increments?
Cause down here on this telluric unnerving plane of existence I've noticed quite a few bizarrely anomalous aberration like;
Strangely how it seems like the good die young and the bad somehow gain immortality,
Is all so peculiar that the good become mysteriously afflicted with problematic diseases and diagnosis, which almost damn near kill them but never completely-
Nd the bad are uncannily cured of any and all deathly illnesses that might plague them-
Which begs the question; how can a merciful benevolent omnipotent God let evil run amok so willfully and smite the righteous so unlawful?
Is there truly any sweet victories to be attained in order to gain entrance into heaven?
Or is there only bittersweet victories to be obtained to gain intrigued to hell's gates?
Case point in example;
For some time I've known this friend of mine who has been ever since as far back as she can remember been limpin' all the while standing taller the most her disposition-
Nd everybody sees her limpin' along, never saying anything to her, They're all too afraid that's there criticism will offend her-
Oh, yeah she knows that there is so many who see her limpin' and don't say anything at all to her,
Not even offering a gesture of kindness towards her-
Sadly there isn't a soul that can tell that she's knee deep in wading in her own weakness,
Yet it is I who senses the gravitas of her pain that she's been forced to carry around-
Now I know she'd be lying through her teeth to say that she doesn't resent feeling like she's been cursed with a burden of an invisible yoke.
Cause even as I write these lines I'm close to tears knowing that there's not a prayer that would subside her pain forevermore-
Cause even though every day when she wakes she declares with a weary voice "Fret not for this pain doesn't weigh me down cause, He who is on high has made me stronger by His grace alone."
I can't help to think that the Lord on high ain't really paying any mind to her prayers nor anybody else's for that matter...
Cause He who is allegedly supposed to be merciful and benevolent to all-isn't-
For He, the exalted one is utterly ignorant to the sufferings of His miraculous self-imaged creations-
He who is omniscient is actually rather naively obtuse to the ongoings of His totalities-
And He who is supposed to be omnipresent seems to be heedlessly nonextant,
Or maybe at one point in time, He who is omnipotent took a leave of absence to go out to lunch and then possibly took a powder and after that He decided to never come back-
Which yet again has made me wonder if there is in fact any sweet victories to actually be won in order to gain an audience with the Almighty?
Or is there only bittersweet victory is to be achieved by brutal death-defying challenges and obstacles for the amusement of His Divine holiness?
Now as for me, my body ain't been working right for two or more years-
Been hurting in ways that no words can describe and no dictionary could define-
Been burden with both emotional and physical afflictions throughout all the days of my life-
No one sees the emotional agony I kept imprisoned within these walls of my broken heart-
Nd I let no one know all the physical anguish that I constantly feel all the time-
Neither do I let the tiredness that plagues me and consumes my very will to go on shine through my facade-
I just keep my chin up and try to smile, even on the rainiest days,
I'm fifty-three, and I should feel more alive than I do-
But instead, I as though I've got one foot in the grave and the other crumblin' ground slippin' right into my own self-dug self-made coffin-
Nd there ain't no anecdotes and cute quotes which anybody can prattle off to even began to have an ounce of empathetic understanding-
So, I'll pass on clichés for true hopes, believing in blind faith and the miracle of redundant rhetorical prayin' to an intangible deity...
So, here's a toast to the ethereal King of The Foolish Sheep!
Here's to the ones who got on bended knee praying he who was on high with come and deliver us from our pain and suffering to which we had been unlawfully troublingly plagued with-
Nd despite our limpin', we're still runnin' towards the light at the end of the tunnel,
Instead of mustering the unwavering strength encourage to charge into the darkness and face it with no fear-
Oh, for too long now so many of us have been hobblin' with our arms wide open feeling so cheerfully spiteful,
Cause we've been forced to shoulder the strife of fighting these unwanted infirmities without the aid of anyone, not even from the almighty on high,
Because so many people's prayers go unanswered they feel as though they're redundantly whispering rhetoric prayers into the fury of a storm -
Even though some prayers are answered it isn't enough-
Cause the moisture of a kiss cannot subdue or snuff out the raging fires of infernal afflictions that ale the inflicted-
Sadly the human race is running a rat race fighting to finish first-
In the hopes that they will have a sweet victory of arriving at the Pearly Gates before all others-
But alas, their victory is a bittersweet victory because when they meet their great incorporeal being of all creation,
They will soon discover that their cries unto the exalted one from down on the existential terrene went unheard-
While the blighted meek that were left behind to finish last did in fact inherit the calamitous sundered earth -
Begetting the absolute substantive bittersweet victory,
Yet still encumbered by the accursed reality that their suffrage has yet to desist...
For none of us knows what it was like to bear such a burden cross as He did-
Neither can any of us know what it is like to have been adorned a thorny crown, as He had forced upon His head-
Nor can we imitate the holes where the nails nailed into His hands-
Yet there are more than a few-
Who knows what it feels like to carry around a great albatross of suffering anguish -
Who are hexed with being tormented by a constant bothersome impediment-
And there are far too many who have holes in their souls, hearts, and their humanity-
Which has got some of us wondering is there such a thing as a sweet victory,
Or are there only bittersweet victories to be won in small increments?
Cause down here on this telluric unnerving plane of existence I've noticed quite a few bizarrely anomalous aberration like;
Strangely how it seems like the good die young and the bad somehow gain immortality,
Is all so peculiar that the good become mysteriously afflicted with problematic diseases and diagnosis, which almost damn near kill them but never completely-
Nd the bad are uncannily cured of any and all deathly illnesses that might plague them-
Which begs the question; how can a merciful benevolent omnipotent God let evil run amok so willfully and smite the righteous so unlawful?
Is there truly any sweet victories to be attained in order to gain entrance into heaven?
Or is there only bittersweet victories to be obtained to gain intrigued to hell's gates?
Case point in example;
For some time I've known this friend of mine who has been ever since as far back as she can remember been limpin' all the while standing taller the most her disposition-
Nd everybody sees her limpin' along, never saying anything to her, They're all too afraid that's there criticism will offend her-
Oh, yeah she knows that there is so many who see her limpin' and don't say anything at all to her,
Not even offering a gesture of kindness towards her-
Sadly there isn't a soul that can tell that she's knee deep in wading in her own weakness,
Yet it is I who senses the gravitas of her pain that she's been forced to carry around-
Now I know she'd be lying through her teeth to say that she doesn't resent feeling like she's been cursed with a burden of an invisible yoke.
Cause even as I write these lines I'm close to tears knowing that there's not a prayer that would subside her pain forevermore-
Cause even though every day when she wakes she declares with a weary voice "Fret not for this pain doesn't weigh me down cause, He who is on high has made me stronger by His grace alone."
I can't help to think that the Lord on high ain't really paying any mind to her prayers nor anybody else's for that matter...
Cause He who is allegedly supposed to be merciful and benevolent to all-isn't-
For He, the exalted one is utterly ignorant to the sufferings of His miraculous self-imaged creations-
He who is omniscient is actually rather naively obtuse to the ongoings of His totalities-
And He who is supposed to be omnipresent seems to be heedlessly nonextant,
Or maybe at one point in time, He who is omnipotent took a leave of absence to go out to lunch and then possibly took a powder and after that He decided to never come back-
Which yet again has made me wonder if there is in fact any sweet victories to actually be won in order to gain an audience with the Almighty?
Or is there only bittersweet victory is to be achieved by brutal death-defying challenges and obstacles for the amusement of His Divine holiness?
Now as for me, my body ain't been working right for two or more years-
Been hurting in ways that no words can describe and no dictionary could define-
Been burden with both emotional and physical afflictions throughout all the days of my life-
No one sees the emotional agony I kept imprisoned within these walls of my broken heart-
Nd I let no one know all the physical anguish that I constantly feel all the time-
Neither do I let the tiredness that plagues me and consumes my very will to go on shine through my facade-
I just keep my chin up and try to smile, even on the rainiest days,
I'm fifty-three, and I should feel more alive than I do-
But instead, I as though I've got one foot in the grave and the other crumblin' ground slippin' right into my own self-dug self-made coffin-
Nd there ain't no anecdotes and cute quotes which anybody can prattle off to even began to have an ounce of empathetic understanding-
So, I'll pass on clichés for true hopes, believing in blind faith and the miracle of redundant rhetorical prayin' to an intangible deity...
So, here's a toast to the ethereal King of The Foolish Sheep!
Here's to the ones who got on bended knee praying he who was on high with come and deliver us from our pain and suffering to which we had been unlawfully troublingly plagued with-
Nd despite our limpin', we're still runnin' towards the light at the end of the tunnel,
Instead of mustering the unwavering strength encourage to charge into the darkness and face it with no fear-
Oh, for too long now so many of us have been hobblin' with our arms wide open feeling so cheerfully spiteful,
Cause we've been forced to shoulder the strife of fighting these unwanted infirmities without the aid of anyone, not even from the almighty on high,
Because so many people's prayers go unanswered they feel as though they're redundantly whispering rhetoric prayers into the fury of a storm -
Even though some prayers are answered it isn't enough-
Cause the moisture of a kiss cannot subdue or snuff out the raging fires of infernal afflictions that ale the inflicted-
Sadly the human race is running a rat race fighting to finish first-
In the hopes that they will have a sweet victory of arriving at the Pearly Gates before all others-
But alas, their victory is a bittersweet victory because when they meet their great incorporeal being of all creation,
They will soon discover that their cries unto the exalted one from down on the existential terrene went unheard-
While the blighted meek that were left behind to finish last did in fact inherit the calamitous sundered earth -
Begetting the absolute substantive bittersweet victory,
Yet still encumbered by the accursed reality that their suffrage has yet to desist...
Published 14th Jun 2019
Author's Note
So I wrote this due to personal beliefs not so much about religious beliefs. But more about the suffering of so many good-hearted good-natured individuals whose fate is inevitable to die in unbearable anguish. Whilst the immoral natured deviants thrive and continue to proliferate ever-increasing numbers.
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