They do not know it, but I know, What pleasure is it In abusing Thee, my God, When Thou givest pains to me, I abuse, abuse Thee, my God, When faith cheats me, Betrays and leaves me aghast, When blasphemy entertains me With agnosticism and atheism, Skepticism takes the canvas. It's also a fault of Thine that Comest Thou not When sorrows ruffle it my soul, Despair overcomes me, Despondence and dejection hang Heavy over us, At that time I doubt Thee, Suspect Thy mission and vision, The purpose behind, The dark vision at work. by Bijay Kant Dubey