Sifted like Wheat-?
With very little warning the rage runs through me again
Inner turmoil burning emotions like fire under my skin
The rush of anger wars against the turning of the cheek
To a point it's almost maddening and to that I can only speak
Tempted to shake my fist at God like a puppet on a string
Frustration stretching my soul so tight I'm like a coil ready to spring
I pray to rise above its noise and its bloody hateful shrill
A poisonous intoxication follows swallowing this bitter pill
At the end of an evil rope the demon would place my neck
But the necromancer can't stop me now my boots are on the deck
How much pressure will I have to face to have God's peace and rest?
It's certain I won't finish my course until I pass this test.
The Road to Heaven is glorious but it's paved with a world of pain
Oh Father I hear you calling so I know it's not in vain. KDP⚡
