I’m now unfit for the Master’s use.

Got skills that’s at best abused.

I miss the times when I used to move,

feel free like there’s no bet to loose.

Like a beast that’s high on booze.

Nothing to proove.

But the Nafs’ got me on choke-chain,

it’s sudden reign has become my bane.

A strange juice now flows in my veins.

I prey on nothing but plain gain,

and made my existence mundane.

So f*ing meaningless and vain!

Will You come now, Jesus,

and loosen the noose..