Deceased, from foolish naivety
Born again from the soil and ash of a loving father
Am I so bold to question him?
Am I so humbled for him to grace me with his presence?

For I am a traitor of many tongues
For I am a thief of many homes
How can you grace me with rebirth and forgiveness
The very question that I should not ask.

Are these not the same questions that skewed my path?
Is this not the same debauchery that lead me to Hades and death?

For these are my mistakes, and I will never mourn.
Engraved in flesh, cleansed in blood, I have been reborn.
God be in my heel, and stand me atop the ground.
My choice is right, my path is clear, and I am ever found.