Unripe

I saw the devil's advocate coming, yet I succumbed and failed to restrain. So I glance back hoping to find the 'undo' tool. He must have His reasons for the obstacles placed in my path. Is my walk of faith crumbling into an inevitable destruction derby? By Your blood you wash away the deadly sins into the abyss

You were the only one standing, keeping me away from the brink of insanity and delirium. By my impulsive actions, I closed the doors on you, shutting you away. I bit the hands that fed me. I stepped on the roses in my own garden. Aware of the repercussions and possible outcomes, I continue remaining indifferent and reckless, concerning myself with ridiculous notions.

I've come to a conclusion that I am extremely adept at sweeping the dust under the carpets. Hide-and-seek is only a temporary solution. I've yet to come up with solid strategems. Gifts are usually for the receivers to keep eternally, except for the gift of vitality. Which unfortunately happens to be the most valuable sought-after gift. Priviledges can be retracted as long as the giver is supreme in the hierarchy and you are the insignificant maggot.

The most imbecile act would be that you wear my shoes. Something which you cannot comprehend. Complying is your answer to everything. Why not, you conveniently hit the sack with a light heart and clear mind, while I suffer the dead of the night pondering over the terms you laid on my table. A meagre amount of grace would have sufficed. Clearly, it was too tedious a task for you to handle.

That was one helluva ride.