Stumbling through the doorway of an all to familiar alter

even those who give everything are still doomed to falter

Sacrificing more than I want and less then what’s required

Pleading with the unseen, unheard to give me what I desired

Sustenance for the unloved and enlightenment for the uninspired

This moral slop I slide down head first with caution to the wind

Knowing that my life must be penance for all that I’ve sinned

Karma is cruel when what goes around stays around

And if moderation is the answer, then answer this question

When my conscience vomits at each confession

To what sin has been so great that it, to me is bound

I genuflect on stained glass just to feel less of a hypocrite

With all the faith I can muster I plead for redemption

Not yet feeling a divine presence or divine intervention

Was my past so decadent that the heavens think I’m shit

When given the opportunity, was it my lack of charity

Or an unforgivable deed done that has escaped my mental clarity

Was it god I offended, a brother or a stranger

Or must I first forgive myself and forever fight my anger

to all I am truly sorry, and that was hard to say

And remain patient for a better day