Sonnet

Behold my nakedness, I'm no longer shamed

See how my wickedness is set before thee

Weakened by human nature, man is to err, am erred

How will I stand before Holy of holies with such filth in me

I milk myself day and night to please my darkness

Awaiting His glorious return to redeem me from my sins

Either light or dark prevails, so mine is at war to light less

Am a paragon of a forgotten Word, a child among teens

A captive and a slave, an addict of world's pleasure

Am a storm, a vice of imperfection, awaiting doom

Or am I self-abandoned - dripping evil - God thy love I don't measure

Emanate thy self ooh Lord that I may - in light - loom

And constantly watch that I won't be overwhelmed with iniquity

Nor be drowned in addiction, loving the world more, indignity