Forgive me Father for I have sinned

And the eyes of the world are hungry.

I’ve forgotten my colours again

But I know blue does not describe me.

I accuse myself of the worst thing—

Because I know pain makes me cooler.

Can you absolve it so I can bring

Myself closer to your big ruler?

You see, I get off on being wrong;

Told for telling—bold for selling it.

And I can’t stop at blaring lifelong

Secrets, for my words are holy writ.