OH GOD, bitterness like a bad seed roots within me,
It grows in the dark heart and I can not kill the seedling.
I watered it with my own duplicity,
And feed it well with my hate and loathing.

OH ABBA, I swear if you were to cut me open and splay my skin,
All you would see is the spreading dark tentacles within.
The seething, roiling mass of cancerous rage,
That is so repressed it paces unfelt inside its cage.

OH FATHER, please empty my cup, I can not drink more.
Find me a place that my soul I can restore,
So I can stop my trips to the edge of the abyss,
How it gets easier each time to look into that mist.

OH LORD, what if I no longer can pull away.
What if this is as good as it gets in the end of the day.
I need a sign that innocence and mercy do exist,
Please send me a guide to take me out of this.