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1 God, how are mine adversaries increased!Many are they that rise up against me.2 Many there are that say of my soul,There is no help for him in God. 3 But thou, O God, art a shield about me;My glory, and the lifter up of my head.4 I cry unto God with my voice,And he answereth me out of his holy hill. 5 I laid me down and slept;I awaked; for God sustaineth me.6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people That have set themselves against me round about.7 Arise, O God; save me, O my God:For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone;Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.8 Salvation belongeth unto God:Thy blessing be upon thy people.

Who waits in the dark

Plotting against me

Or does darkness do that

By itself?

In the black pit of my mind

The voices are laughing

No one will save me

From death

Not even You

Whoever You are

I call out

Help

To the holy mountain

And I hear

Noise

The world is created

By the vibration of sound

And fury

Or so they say

Now I lay me down to sleep

Will I awake

With a rifle in my ribs

“Get up!”

You wonder why I dream of fire

Intercontinental ballistic missiles

Blowing up

My enemies

Anyone who will sell me

For ten cents on the dollar

And they will

Break the teeth of the wicked

Says the Psalm

Mash the brains

Fry the faces

Erase the histories

Deliver me O Lord

From this darkness you have made

This darkness

That is me