• In place of filth and space of shame
    lies a woman in a grave
    she calls me daily, she calls my nightly
    "Come over! Here, come for me."
    And in my selfish wickedness
    I betray the woman in the dress
    and hide within a grave with whores
    In mind and spirit, and in core.

    I've betrayed you for now's sweet kiss
    Its left bitter taste and my mouth hiss
    Your purity unshared, how I've missed!
    My eyes flash out a thousand faces
    Without any names or places
    They bear a part of my being
    And I have become nothing.

    To you I have sinned against
    To stab innocence as a child
    My eyes will never cease to depict
    The pleasures apart from you
    That which I consider my torment.

    To my body I have sinned against
    To mar and rot my bones
    I sleep with death herself
    I enter her and she grasps
    Scarring me 'til life begins.

    To You, God, I have sinned against
    To rend the heart of My Father
    I stand unable, withering in shame
    as You've seen the thousand whores
    I've defiled You, my love, and myself.

    I am a shame among men,
    A fool to heed her again, again!
    I am foulest among foul, cannot be taught
    The mire I've wallowed, the sin I've wrought.
    I grow ill of myself, I vomit it all
    My hands are beginning to curl and fall
    Upon death's milky-knit throat
    Her robes fall from me to a different coat.
    She struggles and snarls at my ceaseless battle
    'Til I hear her lungs 'gin to rattle
    And last came her final, noxious breath
    I am going to meet the right way, the wrong in death
    As I calmly spoke the word, "Repent."