The Psalm of Shame

A coat of anguish, both bottomless and raw with fiery disgrace, Armored blazonry not withstanding. No parachute with wings. God, have mercy on me. Tormenting throes, crucifixion of the wretched, Relentless against the herald. No saving grace to proffer. Lord, hear my prayer. Sweet ritual purge not this massive spill, Soul sick, impure with foul disgust. My shadowed heart besmears. God, have mercy on me. Piercing agony, racked hopeless in black despair, Unworthy, under the harrow I whisper. My penance wrung sharply tender. Lord, hear my prayer.