The choice of promise frowned upon me
I felt threatened, you thundered at me
I prayed, but found no answer of peace
It was long gone within me.
I could pour scorn upon myself
To think of some reflecting
To see all the colors
But not a touch of love
Just a slow dissolving.
I wanted you to say, “Here I am!”
Come along with your whip
Beat me as hard as you please
So long as you obtain peace and rest
Away from me and get rid of my sin.
Yet the simplest of all matters
Believing nothing, accepting nothing
Being nothing, and letting me be
No more trusting to what has been done
I do not love you anymore.