Now tell me
oh dear God,
one above all,
creator and designer
of all things.
What happens when
the most faithful
is given trial
no man wants?
A test cruel
and most vile
makes the faithful
even doubt.
I am begging.
My knees ache
from endless prayers,
my lips taste
salt and despair.
Please tell us
what will happen?
It wouldn’t be
too much if
you were to
abandon him, right?
Let us say
it is too
part of this
so-called theatrics.
It is entertaining,
please tell me
it is, right?
All this is
just a show
to you alone
and nothing matters.
Not the faithful’s
tears, pain, pleas,
not the curses
he tries unsaid.
It is all
a drama, right?
A wonder tragedy,
more grand, more
fantastic, more incredibly
memorable still today.
Shakespeare holds nothing
to this play,
Beethoven cannot compose
such symphony of
sob and despair.
Leonardo da Vinci
would be dumb
to understand beauty
of the faithful’s
life, tragic life.
So tragic and
without a doubt
very, very meaningless.
This is nothing
more than someone’s
silly tale, right?
Oh, my apologies,
you wrote this,
am I right?
Oh, but please,
do tell me
and everyone both
part and not
of this tale,
does this really
have any meaning?
My heart quakes,
my hands shake,
my body pleads.
I am praying.
Please do not
give us answer
we never want.
Please don’t say
that all of
the pain, suffering,
lament, fear, regrets,
all things keeping
us awake when
we need rest—
A simple fleeting
idea to have
laughs and giggles,
that is everyone
and everything, right?
Actors in passing
imagination that truly
served no purpose.
All of us
are trivial things—
ashes in play.
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