Woe to me!
out of sin I was born
defying His words, gone by impious instruction
standing on sinful way, I sat on joker’s chair
drowning on water storm, I drank death beaker
my teeth as an arrow, snake’s poison, glaze scalpel
heart of mine vexed, itched by sin, humped corporeal
Woe to me!
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Relying on my bow, structuring the personhood
Trap for my legs and hole for my life
Woe to me! -
on a grit land I planted your seeds
entered thy wedding without a wedding dress
inside the soil, buried your lone passion
hide the key of righteousness and wisdom in the darken
Woe to me!
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My shepherd summons me by fearsome, from His throne
“Adam, where are you? you have defied my rule
and ate the forbidden fruit
Hidden by depravity and wearing a sinful sprout
Woe to me! Woe to me!
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craving your fruit yet you have grown thorn, produced tiny barbed
leading you to restful aquatic, and green filed, My shepherding you resented
stung by world’s love, you’ve forgotten Calvary; fled from the herd
alike Jude, resembling the Scribes and Pharisees, Me, you betrayed
cooperated with their grind
So come! join the barn; it’s better with the crowd”
Calls upon me, my Shepherd!
Woe to me! …..Woe to me!
As Saint Peter, it was better to return for me
for my Savior calls, “come to the herd! Come to me,”
so, He does love me!
leaving the ninety-nine in the bare…
“Adam where are you?” again and again, He calls me
“open dear child,” to wake me up, He knock from outside
Woe to me!….Woe to me! …..Woe to me….!
As Saint Paul, it was better to return for me!