Oh troubled soul, forgive me my trespasses.
Why must I be such a weakened being,
Ripped from God’s grace, and thrown into the den of iniquity.
Bereaved, Broken, and Depleted.
Rip from my body the womb which consumes me.
Let me play no more amongst Lust’s device.
This I ask, consume my averace, and let me live in thy glory.