Oh Go, I need your protection!

Oh God, I need your love.
Oh God, I need your affection.
Oh God, I need your everything.
Oh God, I feel like Job.
Oh God, every christian is normally protected with a
hedge that reaches to your throne.
But satan has asked you to take down that hedge.
Oh God, I am not like Job.
Oh God, I feel that every fibre in my being
trembles with fear, with anger, with rebellion.
Hasten to my help, oh God!
Please, oh God, don't allow satan to test and tempt me any longer!
Oh God, it feels like this world is a waterless desert,
a treacherous jungle,
a pandemonium,
a bedlam,
a place of war, of delusions, of constant pain
suffering and sorrow.
Oh God, it feels like heaven is made of an
astronomical number in kilometres of concrete,
barbed wire and mines.
What is the use, if you keep on praying for years
and you land more and more from the existential frying pan
into the fire of demonic torture?
It feels like a horde of demons is out to persecute me,
to terrorize me
to drive me to the ultimate edge of despair.
Why don't you answer me, oh God?
WHY?
I cannot go on so any longer.
Please, come to my rescue.
Please, bless me now, or let me die.
At least then I am with you
and with all the saints.