I do the best with what I have
But I wonder if that’s enough
A call to sin greater than I can handle
I punish myself with misery

My own self-loathing,
The devil and I discuss
God desires so badly to speak to me
But I’m in the middle of a conversation!

Like a parent to a child
I talk down to God
Like the mouths of babes
Are not worth listening to

I know better
I do
I swear
I made four lines starting with “I” right there

I said St. Francis’s prayer without any help
My brain is better than I thought
God grant me grace and serenity
Fly me away from the Reavers