Imperfect Contrition - Dark Sermon

The eyes of the heavenly father rest heavily upon my chest

I can feel their judging gaze piercing through my flesh

I stab at my reflection hoping to end it all

I don’t recognize the man that I see, but from what I can recall

I have lived a life of shame and self-disgust

The eyes of the heavenly father rest heavily upon my soul

I hate myself and the things that I’ve done

And the life I’ve been forced to endure

I abhor the man I’ve become

These hands have carried out the evilest of deeds

This mind has been occupied and demonized by an entity that this earth has

never seen

On my innocence it feeds

Through the fire and brimstone it leads

I reflect on the years of my life with great disdain

I can’t claim a life of virtue

Myself I’d sooner maim

I refuse to walk on

Continue broken and bent

I feel remorse for the life that I’ve lived

All I can do is repent

For he carries with him pestilence and famine

For restitution I plead

For restitution I plead

Repent