Wet-Crow: God Is There You Poem by Korede Abiodun

Last time I prayed;
I never knew what to say,
I went down on my knees
To mount a faith, yes I did.
I went blank, not knowing what to say.

Unlike Pope, should I close my eyes
How much hope do I need to get in line.
O! Buddha, is it self immolation
Maybe I could be different in next re-incarnation
If I could be a fly that'll rather be fine.

Are You there All Seeing
Do You see me on my knees
Been waiting for too long
Could You rush, Good God, hurry up
No religion so far could save me

The Four-Walls is coming
I'm half the man I dreamt to be
Can You see through my years
Do You feel the pains of my yesteryears
Can You hear me, hello, do You copy.

Do You care
Out here, no love to spare
Do I have a grave sin or crime
I have dislikes for lies
Mad world out here, nothing fair, none cares

Been in Da's mistress
(Unknowingly) Soberly: worthless
I do explain, never my intention
You do tell, I wasn't learned, neither in seduction.
But people fornicate to relief just stress!

You really practice favourism?
I have seen the Book
Also Milton's, Anton LaVeys's
You inspired Dante?
Really monopolised to the Jews?

Oh, why can't I love like should
And live like I would
I sped across race and age
Tired of these faces and place
First Cause, could You spare some miracle.

Will I have back my dears
Those I have loved in my yesteryears
Run with the horses, clad in fine tassles
Dance with the fireflies, give kids sweet root
I'm I too enigmatic, the way I appear

O, my prayer is loosing its purposes
Now these I want to know
Are You there, would You care
Did You hear, could You help
Good God, not die O Lord, let me not die a sulk Wet-Crow.