Forgive me father for I have sinned.
The relationship between us lacks blood –
Lacks existence –
Lacks creation –

Forgive me pseudo-creator for the fact that
Sinning overcomes the stress to find truth.

Forgive me imaginary figure
Surrounded by fictitious harps and
Dead babies with wings;
My world is much more devious to live in.

I created this;          not you.

Please, call me a sinner.
I’ll connect two cups to a string
And throw it in the air just to
Watch it Fall back down
Because overpowering hands of
Innocence and purity didn’t catch it.

Sorry…
I smoke, snort and speak sin
And then throw it up in your face
The next morning –

Forgive me for being so forward,
And forgive me for not being very sorry for it at all.

That nobody knows but me. And it's killing you.