Oh, God! Couldn't you be
Merciful to me?
I am your Image, aren't I?
Did you then suffer like me?
Up there somewhere,
I am sure, you watch me;
Amusement in your pupils,
Watching me suffering.
Is it pain
I should offer you?
Or, martyrdom?
I am not sure.
Life, you've given,
I've no right to end it.
You are the Creator,
The Preserver, and Destroyer!
Do whatever You choose;
Only grant me discharge
From this lunatic asylum
Whose euphemism is Life!
