Ah the Tides of Sin and Such

Ah the tide of Sin and Such
Causing me to fall so much
Like a man calls for his crutch
I deserve the worser due

And while it had been only me
To fall into the hole so free
Now I'm dragging other trees
Uprooting them so too

Wasn't I quite satisfied?
I myself only have died
Instead making another life
To feel the sin I do

I deserve the worser hand
The scourge eating at this old man
The pain of misery so fanned
Like flames below the stew

Kill the demon within me
Like a virus and the flea
Constantly misery'ing me
I know they're in cahoot

Die, oh spirit, die today
Die from killing me this way
Into devils' dens we pray
We'd survive the fruit

Instead we sin and sin again
Burning souls while counting tin
With lives on-line in lusty spins
I'd weep for killing you

Or a bottle in the grip
Causing minds and worlds to slip
From the ways we find us flipped
Just like the heathens do

Bite my thumb at you, kind sir?
I don't think that it'd be pure
My angst is not against your cure
Instead at life you striking mute

So die with me, like it is said
That nothing better in the bed
Can be the wife now here instead
While adultery was due?

Kill me now, my Lord, with please
For dragging souls inside of me
To sins I cannot quickly flee
And dirty them so, too

I wish my tears were coming now
I wish my heart would fin'ly bow
To the power of the "Ow"
The painful signing clue

I beg forgiveness here this time
And a penance for my crime
A better prayer to stay in line
A wiser man in youth

Work through me since I cannot
While my insides reek and rot
From the strength I never got
And do as Gods may do

Cleanse my wretched soul of mine
Beating on in different rhyme
That matches none of God's own lines
In the music flute

I feel so dirty in this place
I dain to show this evil face
In a world where it is graced
A common thing to do

Instead I weep for I still yet
Wish to take these sins to bed
And give them whirls inside my head
What am I to do?

Perfect me, oh God I pray
And I will stand from this today
And remember everything was said
So I might see the truth

But dying seems to be my theme
Though I cry from all I've seen
The burn of sand inside my seam
That chafes away the glue

Here I end this prose and rant
Hoping I might soon lament
And change the things I ever can't
So I might be with You.

Amen