Maddening Malaise

When will you end these evil ways?
See the error of your ways...
Forever turn away your hungry daze
Bring to an end, this maddening malaise.

Let me find a way out of this place
Rather be to God, the praise
Prefer to look upon His face.

For our God from above
Truly is the God of love
Then why all the weeping in the world?

All our brokenness, so much unfold
All our heartache, all our sorrow
Wishing for a new soul I could borrow.

This time, there's no poet-pal
Only me, ol' radical rude-boy, that's all!