Job 31:4-7 

4 Doesn’t he see everything I do

    and every step I take?

5 “Have I lied to anyone

    or deceived anyone?

6 Let God weigh me on the scales of justice,

    for he knows my integrity.

7 If I have strayed from his pathway,

    or if my heart has lusted for what my eyes have seen,

    or if I am guilty of any other sin,

 

The "old-old" heart ... The battle within ...

 

Seasons change but not my heart ... it is always rainy and cold.

Selfishness appears a virtue ... and mine is ready to be sold.

 

In many ways I know ... that people starve around me

but all I notice is ours and mine ... and what I thought to be.

 

Justified by Grace ... perplexing embodiment of fears

ignoring cries of the human race ... drowning in their tears.

 

A hole size of a crater ... where my heart used to be

as once in a while some steam escapes ... to fake me being free.

 

There must be some life in it ... is what folks used to say

not noticing the poison gasses ... that mix in every way.

 

Can death bring life to others ... can a funeral be a feast?

Are illusions so prevalent ... so that reality disappears?

 

With both feet in the grave ... everyone is dancing here

to the rhythm of feet stomping ... on the caskets of their peers.

 

Knowing and perceiving ... the futile condition

and I have no power left ... to change in fruition.

 

Dressed for the occasion ... through the hiding of perdition

I proclaim my arrival ... faking all without submission.

 

Jan Wienen