Alienations Response To Inquiry

So deeply vast in multitude,
are they that crave to look upon my life and sneer.
Cope I could if insult was due,
but rooted in fiction their debauchery mocks of me I fear.
Hardly can I clasp my grasp upon the motives that elude,
of such things as these as they continue to cook up in Hell's Kitchen.
I looked up quite much shook up, begging Divinity to grant my justification to no fruition.

For how could these people who go about be so blindly naive, 
seem to escape justice so kindly reprieved, 
telling as truth things of which they merely conceive?

Anger within me boiled,
as my endurance turned the toils of time.
Surely I'd have succumb a victim to the furnace ablaze while facing this entourage,
just another victim handed over as a mere spoil,
is then how of me one would surely find.
Chalked up another casualty to the chasm of mediocrity at the hands of the lying paintings montage.
 
O' let it be that I might unveil the nation!

These people surround me while I stand astoundingly alone to myself in ponder of origin of such things devise.
Reiterating my own confounded state as I mull over how spiritual blessings could warrant such alienation.
In these wonders which in themselves have defied all probable odds I remain at gaze stricken in awe to constantly writhe.
I’ll choose the cessation of puzzling regurgitations that allow such confusion, to stir in me.
If though I’m found sea swept,
or swamped!   In people failing to treat wisdom preciously,
Stomped!   Let the hope be of those who carelessly romp,
treating shared beliefs as some truth recipe in a foolish percept of necessity.
Slap the pomp off them for the rest of eternity!

O’ such frustrations are poisonous preset my soul to bare such things enduringly!

Be that as it may, of my dismay I continually pray and it heals not,
I question as to how come those among have flung of me such bitterness, wrought!
So what do I ought?
Allow such chitter chatter to feed me such bitters that batter while I shiver growing ever the madder!
Let my loneliness mature as they accept me not?
 
‘Of thy precept they are unfamiliar,
it’s for this reason, thy reasoning they filer,
Be thou adroit in this thought.’ 

I ask would beauty continue so boldly ruddy when finding alone of itself to be.
Led to find itself in a misfortune of great proportion it interprets with distortion the measure of blessings having been to it apportioned.
My deepest desires are in dire need under such duress and as so I must confess,
I both yearn for and require my request that before my time is complete that I’ll streak society in mighty satire!

O’ my how for my fellow man I’ve let fester so much blithe!

‘My dear sparrow,
Heed thy haste,
do not let thy name walk among this sphere free of fame to gain.
For it’s creed thy face,
love thy fellow,
For though the farrow among have given thou many a perilous stung, thee have still a right to claim.
lest thy pride swell, though
then for thy purpose,
all thy bitter wounds would be tasted in vain,
as is certain you'd be found impervious.
Let thou vision focus and narrow.’

O’ how much I’m trying, but to my divine purpose I remain unaware, so I shall run without wear carry on course so unfair so much is my care I’ll go straight as an arrow.