This is just a little psalm I put together. Enjoy

Should I Need Gills for the Air?

Good God,
From one world, where these things happen, I conquer.
From that world, I feel nothing is acomplished, for
You have brought me to another, So for all I know
The peace in that place has been broken.
The Air is thick God, so thick my lungs have shrunk and
I am running out of time. Time to be dead, and stay dead,
God, I don't want to live. May me, my flesh forever die
On this desolate planet God. Keep me dead. I am running
Out of air. This planet is polluted and the source isn't clear.
I have been blind, or maybe it's just not here.
The Armor you have given me, seems to be temporary.
The weapons you have given me, must have been forged by another lost soul.
The Sword of the Spirit, it's rusted God, encrusted in grime and blood. My blood, thier blood. The Shield of Faith is beaten in, nothing to protect my body, thier blows are deadly. The Breastplate of Righteousness has lost it's splender and is beaten into my chest, causing me to choke again. My Helmet of Salvation is worthless now, only adding wieght onto my head. Thier blows, they meet my face now. I have been tested down to my core, The Belt of Truth, slides down my body, hitting the floor. The Sandals of Peace, hinder my walking. My feet are worn to the bone. My skeleton wants to leave me now. For days, and days.. I wander in this air and I cannot breath. I see a pool, of You and your Living Water. Choking, running out of air, I scramble what is left of me, and I drown myself, in a pool of You and your living water. But somehow I breathe... and I won't lie this this leaves me in wonder.
Should I need Gills for the Air?