desolate worship

 My lips are dumb and deep dry .

When fruits of worship in vain  cry .

My hands are lowely in lifting high .

When i forget you are passing by .

When i listen the gossipe lie .

Sitting in prison of worship shy .

Then ,always indulgence,in an folly incense .

Being wicked fall of my own nets.

When i accept the hopeless face .

Iniquity and character of disguise rest.

It led me to the illusion mess.

Take me into the darkest phase.

Scattered my soul in evil plate .

Where table of soul in satan taste.

He share my soul with his mate .

Burning my bones and laughing haste .

Teasing God of his creature waste .

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