A Pained Heathen's Prayer

11:11, let me say a prayer
Father, I hope you're here...
Forgive me my doubt-
I could never be sure.
Bless the damned and
Have mercy on a poor soul
Genuflecting on a hungry stomach.
Curses unto the heathens
Wait- all but myself.
Father my plea- free me
Free your child from treachery.
Blessed are my cries
That sometimes bring me comfort
When I'm devoid of all else.
11:12, Amen