Out of the fire and into the frying pan..
And I thought I was out of the fire, but now I am in the frying pan.
It's not like any super damn hard choreography; it's like some inhuman waltz, and I dunno how am I going to bang my way out of this.
When I try to look for refuge You just shoot things out of nowhere,
taking me so by the surprise;
yet dropping me hints and advice that You're actually there.
So what's up? What are You trying to say?
You with me? Or are You against me?
I know so clearly that You ARE with me.
But why are You so soft spokened now?
You used to talk so loud and Your word is like so obvious to do;
why are You now whispering like a mouse squeeking?
But I still hear You, it doesn't matter.
I'm clinging to that bit of flotsam in the deluge;
I never realized that my secret weapon will be totally useless nowadays;
it just seems that the world is blown off my feet.
Damn sick. And damn tiring.
Yet I know that You're the only one that knows all these pain;
You know what is hiding inside.
God,
You're great, I know and I agree.
So give this struggle the ending day it deserves.
Let You be my hope.
Please.
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