The Good Lord giveth, the Good Lord taketh away. He gave me hope, deceit, chance, agony. He gave me lunacy, gave me illusions, of the cruellest nature. He held the passion fruit right in front of my nose and made me run miles to grab it, only to make it disappear after I ended up to the point of no return. He gave me visions – vicious and vile. He spun webs of despair. He made me grab poison disguised in the form of wine. And then he took it away. Right from my lips, he did. He took away with him the last remnants of joy. He gave malice – in copious proportions, and in return, he took my faith away from me.
He had promised the land of happiness – pure and true. But promises disappeared like raindrops down the gutter. He gave me smoke, he took away the fire within. He gave me courage; he took away morality. He gave me money, and he took it away before I could even measure how much it was worth.
The Good Lord giveth, the Good Lord taketh away. He gave the destination, took the map away. He gave the words, took the voice away. He gave beauty and He gave blindness.
He gave patience, took persistence away……
I see a light. It’s the high beam of a car – most probably an ambulance. I hear the screeching sirens – it is an ambulance. My thoughts of the Good Lord disappear into thin air – He has just given me the greatest thing on Earth – life. I hear the paramedics talking amongst themselves, their voices faint – “lucky Devil, he is – bullet grazed through and made no damage save the skin. Couple of inches inwards and he was a goner.” I try to sit up. I cant; I am strapped tight on a stretcher, ready to be carried away. some is trying to fit a mask around my mouth and I catch his eyes. “Oi! The fella’s back in his senses, mate”, he shouts to another. I try to recollect the immediate past. A silence, a shot, a dream. A phone call – where is my mobile? I try to look around – currently my whole body is immobile. I try to talk. Not a chance – the mask is pumping in volumes of oxygen down my throat and nose. The head feels lighter now – the mind starts to think better. I remember the last few seconds before losing consciousness – I was on the phone, at the other end of a stony silence. Who had called? The number hadn’t shown up, I remember. I was kind of sure she had called. Did she call back again? I must search my mobile for missed calls. But I cant find my mobile. I realise I am wrapped in a blanket, and my hands are numb and cant feel beyond the warmth of the blanket. The stretcher is still lying. I try to break away from what presently seems like shackles. Either the shackles are too tight or I am terribly weak. I think it’s the latter. I soon realise I am being carried towards the ambulance. I soon get loaded, the ambulance screams on as the driver puts a brick on top of the accelerator.
The traffic all around is slowing down for the VIP to pass by. We are jumping signals and taking wrong lanes and honking and hooting and screeching and speeding. Suddenly a familiar noise – my mobile is ringing again. My neck is too stiff to even turn and figure out where it is. I am just hoping one of the attendants pick it up. But both look reluctant. I know this call is important. I cant even tell them that. Life is being a bitch with me lately. The phone stops ringing. Pause. Starts ringing again. This time it has caught the attention of one of the buggers. He picks up the phone – the way he is talking now I know its just a one sided communication. Wait. He responded to an unknown question. Did he catch her voice then? What is she asking? What did he say? His voice is calm – bullet in the head – injured but alive – being transported to the hospital – the hospital is in – dead – I knew this would happen. Bloody me and my lethargy – at least thanks to the mobile it stayed alive three days without needing to be charged. But why do all things, living or otherwise, need to die at the wrong time? Just another word and things would have been so good. But the mobile wanted to die its death at the time decided by nature. God giveth connection, God taketh the battery away.
He had promised the land of happiness – pure and true. But promises disappeared like raindrops down the gutter. He gave me smoke, he took away the fire within. He gave me courage; he took away morality. He gave me money, and he took it away before I could even measure how much it was worth.
The Good Lord giveth, the Good Lord taketh away. He gave the destination, took the map away. He gave the words, took the voice away. He gave beauty and He gave blindness.
He gave patience, took persistence away……
I see a light. It’s the high beam of a car – most probably an ambulance. I hear the screeching sirens – it is an ambulance. My thoughts of the Good Lord disappear into thin air – He has just given me the greatest thing on Earth – life. I hear the paramedics talking amongst themselves, their voices faint – “lucky Devil, he is – bullet grazed through and made no damage save the skin. Couple of inches inwards and he was a goner.” I try to sit up. I cant; I am strapped tight on a stretcher, ready to be carried away. some is trying to fit a mask around my mouth and I catch his eyes. “Oi! The fella’s back in his senses, mate”, he shouts to another. I try to recollect the immediate past. A silence, a shot, a dream. A phone call – where is my mobile? I try to look around – currently my whole body is immobile. I try to talk. Not a chance – the mask is pumping in volumes of oxygen down my throat and nose. The head feels lighter now – the mind starts to think better. I remember the last few seconds before losing consciousness – I was on the phone, at the other end of a stony silence. Who had called? The number hadn’t shown up, I remember. I was kind of sure she had called. Did she call back again? I must search my mobile for missed calls. But I cant find my mobile. I realise I am wrapped in a blanket, and my hands are numb and cant feel beyond the warmth of the blanket. The stretcher is still lying. I try to break away from what presently seems like shackles. Either the shackles are too tight or I am terribly weak. I think it’s the latter. I soon realise I am being carried towards the ambulance. I soon get loaded, the ambulance screams on as the driver puts a brick on top of the accelerator.
The traffic all around is slowing down for the VIP to pass by. We are jumping signals and taking wrong lanes and honking and hooting and screeching and speeding. Suddenly a familiar noise – my mobile is ringing again. My neck is too stiff to even turn and figure out where it is. I am just hoping one of the attendants pick it up. But both look reluctant. I know this call is important. I cant even tell them that. Life is being a bitch with me lately. The phone stops ringing. Pause. Starts ringing again. This time it has caught the attention of one of the buggers. He picks up the phone – the way he is talking now I know its just a one sided communication. Wait. He responded to an unknown question. Did he catch her voice then? What is she asking? What did he say? His voice is calm – bullet in the head – injured but alive – being transported to the hospital – the hospital is in – dead – I knew this would happen. Bloody me and my lethargy – at least thanks to the mobile it stayed alive three days without needing to be charged. But why do all things, living or otherwise, need to die at the wrong time? Just another word and things would have been so good. But the mobile wanted to die its death at the time decided by nature. God giveth connection, God taketh the battery away.
