Chapter 3

 Dust mites like maggots in metamorphosis 

They fill his life as nowadays he knows

He is dead and the Holy Bible screams at him

In a letter by Paul he takes to mean he can't

Go back for he doesn't want to return again

With books so complicated testing his acumen

And being of two anxious and confused

He can hardly breathe through mouths and noses his

He feels our God no longer his and dead

He consoles himself with depression's torture and torment

But he won't believe it entirely and leave

He prays to the Father daily for them to return

For those that need him most he loves the most

And she is like him more and more in his ways

She's like a queen sitting amid tumult

And silently bearing fruit even then somehow