A Final Prayer

Lord, now I lay me down to sleep. 
I have no faith or hope to keep. 
It's all been squandered or swept away
by dismal failure on a bygone day.

In times of youth my prayers were long.
I begged your mercy make me strong.     
You answered none, but this last you must,
to end this quintessence of dust.  

So as I lay my head to rest, 
I pray this pain will end in death.
But if on morrow's day I wake, 
I'll curse your name and my own life take. 

The End

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