Forgive, Me I Know, Not, What I Have Done

I know, not, what I have done singing songs, joyfully created did they physically fund more cognitive understanding or less inner and outer reality did the dancing of others make for sinful, carnal, flesh to studiously make more fuel for the fire did collective exchange bank roll a tune of supplementary ugly religiously conforms of war will my grave scream from hell paint a reddish black hue upon the ground of pictures of the truth for i, know not, what i have done... and who will pay the Cosmos of cosmic debts and i am not truly sorry I say this not, to abuse but can this be, the mark upon my soul how can i find true redemption will redemption be sliced from my soul one tune at a time does my God see and understand more than i know... assured i would, like to be...