~From "Heart And Strings Collection"~


Out of my own accord
Was I pushed and pampered into this mischief called earth.
Grains of sins I consumed from
And a lie of feelings I confess.
Grief upon grief that I lament of everyday,
But the concept of divine peace
Is not aggregated like the chase of Osama bin Laden.
Don't blame my words
You trusted politics.

Table before me the doings and Acts I shall do
To redeem my soul from eternal banishment.
Read me melodies from Solomon
And let me count my blessings from Numbers
For in his image I was made confesses Genesis
Feed my spirit and mind with Proverbs.
And direct me with Revelations
Let my faith roar like that of Job.
And become useful like Daniel.

In my regrets, I wonder would plucking
The eyes that makes me sin,
Make me worthy?
The impact of true religion
Didn't start from infant.
It was all horse and...