in crease

its been a rough week
so to speak
the lines on my face
are my worries, in crease
i long for some rest
and peace
but the world is after me
the world belongs to the meek
at least thats what he preached
that must be why i long for relief
because my wrongs increase
i wrote this
with the intent to be breif
and expound upon my beliefs
but im starting to feel bereaved
so this is what i beseach
listen to the freaks
befriend
all those in need
let your heart break
and pride decrease
before you become deceased
were already diseased
and were not fit to please
were like rotting grease
his breath is a gentle breeze
if youve heard him breath
then you may start to believe
so please dont concede
to the life of lust and greed
instead just seek releafe
for the one full of mercy
and you will find the peace
that causes your worries to cease