Lost in the desert, stood a small giant
He prayed to the gods with all his might.
“Help me father for I have sinned
Wandered the deserts for days
Galore; Have bludgeoned out my inner core,
Holy texts asked me to serve in need
To protect, serve and feed.
Banished from a land of sophist’
Branding your servant a masochist
What to fathom, pray tell
Do art though even care ?
Holy scriptures demanded of me to serve,
Even if it made my soul swerve.
All I did was a help a doomed brother
Deep in debt, it made him shudder.
Steal the queen’s necklace, nay negation
My assistance had become an obligation.
So help I did, for his salvation,
Isn’t it part of the scriptures litigation ?
And here I stand, an eternal wait
Help me Father from my doomed faith.”