LORD,
Oh how the sunken descend into the pits of Sheol.
I see one day a man who walks upright;
And the next day he is on his knees asking for pardons and favors.
What is to become of the narcissistic who tends his own pride?
Who is to be our friend in the day of terror?
What is to become of the child who sets his sights high,
Yet dances without the courtesy of his own cane?
See that the impoverished are given their due;
And see that the lowly are given a light.
Hide our faces from the evil that presents itself as a good bringer.
Is it not enough to sit in silence when the storm passes our homes?
What does the wicked see in the treachery of his own teeth?
What does the fool seek for his own glory?
What does the narcissistic sense is his total worth?
What does our future hold for those who wish only to gain renown?
Be our Stead in this time of war and famine.
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