Where is it you hope to run, child?
Every road you take
Will bring you right back here–
A place of devastation and tears.
I am, however, that little voice
In your head you never listen to.
All this terror, my dear,
You brought upon yourself
Through your actions, decisions,
Unwillingness to change.
Pity yourself, mourn aloud–
Only your ears will hear the truth:
How HOPELESS you are (no lie).
Perhaps I’ve been too hard on you,
but if you won’t heed my words,
Kindly take the LORD’s.
(He still cares.)