Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It has been lifetimes
since my last confession.
I have an evil inside me,
a blackness,
a despair and misery
I cannot contain or control.
It lives, bubbling up, a wellspring,
an unending font.
It seeks to surround
all the things I know and love,
and drown them in darkness,
drown them in hatred,
drown them in loathing.
I have a sucking void
within the bottom of me.
I have an emptiness.
I have a nothing.
I have nothing.
I am nothing.
Liberate me, Father,
from my chains,
lift me from my darkness;
carry me into your heart,
into the light.
Whatever penance be,
I shall do it,
to ease this cold fire
that smothers my heart.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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3 Responses to Confession/Reconciliation

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    And this one is a song. Don’t say it’s not – cannot be! It’s a hard, thumping song, and it’s ringing in my ears right now.

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