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1 Give ear to my words, O God,Consider my meditation.2 Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God;For unto thee do I pray.3 O God, in the morning shalt thou hear my voice;In the morning will I order my prayer unto thee, and will keep watch.4 For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness:Evil shall not sojourn with thee.5 The arrogant shall not stand in thy sight:Thou hatest all workers of iniquity.6 Thou wilt destroy them that speak lies:God abhorreth the blood-thirsty and deceitful man.7 But as for me, in the abundance of thy loving Kindness will I come into thy house:In thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.8 Lead me, O God, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies;Make thy way straight before my face.9 For there is no faithfulness in their mouth;Their inward part in every wickedness;Their throat is an open sepulchre;They flatter with their tongue.10 Hold them guilty, O God;Let them fall by their own counsels;Thrust them out in the multitude of their transgressions;For they have rebelled against thee.11 But let all those that take refuge in thee rejoice,Let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them:Let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.12 For thou wilt bless the righteous;O God, thou wilt compass him with favor as with a shield.

Do I ever stop

Crying out for help

In my dirge

Desperate for a god

Who is only talked about

By people looking for a sovereign ruler

And finding none

Especially in themselves?

I pray for prosperity

What else?

Money the source of all evil

And everything else

Especially shrimp ‘n grits

And beachfront property

Is that so?

Is there something wrong with an Escalade

Or a vacation home in St. Tropez

Or will your hurricanes

Destroy that too?

Am I so arrogant

So filled with hate

That the universe is no longer comfortable with me

At least

Not since I began to speak?

I still bow down to tabernacles

Especially the baroque

And recite rosaries at funerals

Along with the devout

And utter Under God

When I pledge allegiance to the flag

And indivisible

They buy and sell the working class

The out-of-working class

And the high fructose

Incapacitated class

Going mad

With dementia and Diabetes II

What do you plan to do with us?

O God, whoever you are

Wherever you hide

We clearly cannot save ourselves

Surely, Lord, you bless the righteous Do you?

Who are they?

Democrat or Republican?

Have mercy on me

The unknowing

Uncomprehending

Brain Dead

Me

Deliver me

Accept the prayers

Of one drowning in the dark

Weak from the sorrow of the world

And when you think of it

Destroy the destroyers too

In Jesus name, Amen