Gasp I grasp gaping at guidelines not followed by my ignorance.
For the first fight I fought to the one before me I was unprepared.
Hail to heaven how high and mighty you\'re set in the sky to be looked up at.
As I annoy angels anointed by my grieving sin stained hands.
Sick I\'m sure someone surmises in their heavenly court deeming me unworthy.
Love has lost light in this meaningless tangle of existence I claim my own.
Exalted by exhausting ear-filling praise of the ants and insects.
They alone think thoughtfully of my existence praying to me not to kill.
Making me maliciously murmur HAIL to me... the ant god unworthy of heaven.
