SIN

Oh dear lord I'm saturated

with all those sins you know I've done

all those sins have confiscated

my self respect one by one

I've given up to Satan's will

I've earned my way through to hell

earned my way to being ill

bid my morals for them to sell

Oh dear lord how much i suffer

and toss and turn through endless nights

toss and turn for nightmares batter

my tethered conscience, forsaken plight

Black ink blotches on a wrinkled white sheet

my stains of shame, identity scars

stains of shame that reek of deceit

as strong as stale urine in a pissoir

Various sins, minor and grand

several acts of mere imprudence

it's the truth, this is where I stand

ungoverned by jurisprudence

Oh dear lord I fear the day

when you and I stand face to face

when you get to hear my body complain

about all the times I fell from grace

Inflicted pain upon myself

yes I am condemned to that

but that's because I hate myself

for doing shameful things like that

Under the shower I close my eyes

imagining my sins slip down the drain

hoping that I could someday rise

and from sinful acts I would abstain