A Nightly Prayer…

…if I die, before I wake;

I pray to more than God to take-

my soul, my heart, 

(lacklustre light). 

All the love, my waning life.

So, if I die from unavenged madness;

I pray to something more…

like balance.

Consume the cause of looming sadness-

right the iniquities,

stop the kindness, 

(from being raped beside me, helpless).

God loves most, but 

favours the spineless.

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