The whining soul

Rushes to the conclusion
That God has abandoned it
And that there legions
Of ill-meaning forces
And people in this world
Working in concert
To make its life unbearable.
The whining soul
Does not speak clearly
Lest its complaint be met
With air and light
That might expose
How flimsy its grievances actual are.
The whining soul
Insists on mumbling in the shadows
Where no real soundness
Can be found.

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