Cry…The prayer and meditations of the heart of Kissinger the son of Akugue

How long, how long Lord?
The cry of your beloved son!
My spirit loathes my whole state.
Drunkenness is like dross—
the dissipation of strength and dignity.

Between You and me, I feel as though a bridge exist.
May the bridge collapse and not be rebuilt,
may its ruins pulverize and its ground becomes Synergy!
May Synergy become a memorial and a name to You forever.
Where are You, From Everlasting to Everlasting?
I am searching!

Paradox of Glory

Awkwardly I stood lolled in the valley of hopelessness,
I gazed to the top of the mountain,
whose peak is in the heavens;
my heart fainted within me,
distastes filled my tongue,
my belly knotted and all hopes vaporized.
Desires became like cold water flowing from a tarn,
my heart melted within me, my spirit shrank, then hope died.

Deceit

Tears drop down from your eyes to see me
waste away under your bosom; tears of lies.
Before me you say, lies a green pasture,
therefore I should depart from you.

You say your beauty has faded away,
you array yourself with tattered rags,
you for days refuse to have a bath;
therefore you stink!