The forecast is gloomy,
The outlook looks bleak,
God set out to screw me,
He knew I was weak!
I could've succeeded,
But I was denied.
Advice I had heeded,
Turned out to be lies!
The spirit of kindness,
To love and to share,
Took advantage of blindness,
Hopes turned to despair!
So may I ask God, "What plan hath thou hatched?"
In order to get my poor lonely heart patched.
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