Antonio's Complaint

You sing through filthy broken harps,
The tawdry guitars,
Overdosing hedonistic fools.
The holy ones who pray to You
All play so mediocrely.
They, the evil, give thanks,
A line or two
As they accept awards.
I give my days and years.
My melodies and words,
Pedestrian and adequate.
I sacrifice my life an empty vessel
For You to fill it merely halfway up.
He spends more time inside his lustful women
Than a church.
I bow in dust beneath You, LORD,
And set myself on fire
Right before Your altar,
Screaming agony
Off-key.
O God, my God,
You unjust cruel bastard.

- 12/23/25

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