Oh great maker that I was taught,
Free us from this pain and hurt,
Hear my sorrow filled lament,
Touch their heart that they repent.


Evil doers may prowl the street,
But I will not concede defeat,
Though I walk through darkest night,
Watch for me in 'morrows light.

Vengful spirits that do invest,
In myself my soul repressed,
What shall I do? Is this your test?
Hear me now, I am possessed.