Authority and Belief

The terror, that bright behemoth in the sky
Ever circling, ever taunting
Glowing maddeningly at me in rhythm
Can you calm my fear, my lunacy?

That rapacious dragon that pales my skin
And stabs my innards like wormwood
Even their cure pulls out my hair
Can you heal my disease?

Something like twenty trillion wet bullets
Fell from the sky, Set against me and with it the ferocious wind crushed my dreams
Can you really calm the storms?

Shame and guilt are the deepest wounds of all, They don’t merely cut through me
They are in me, and in many ways are me
Can you really cleanse and restore my soul?
I believe, help my unbelief