Analysis of Psalm 63

In the sixty third
I hit the roads of shame
Absalom muddies my name
And I will not see our
City of faith in pathetic
Bloody controversy.
So I hike and camp.
And hide, yes hide.
Once past the taunts
Of that rude Shimei.
He will get his, Lord.
But my hand rests.
My heart mourns
Easy access stolen.
Access to Temple and song
And burnings of flesh.
Cooing of gentle birds.
Such delights must await another Day.
You call it Father.
You fight this mess.
And from my own Son.
How dreadful.