The depths of my failings
Go far beyond simple sin
I am unable to remove
The flaw
For my failing covers
All
I am unable to stop
I am unable to slow
My descent
I am only able
To perform dissection
For my wounds
Cleanse me
My life
My faith
My sorrows
Wound me
I grieve my imperfection
I have failed
My God
My King
My self
But I strive forward
And repent
My resurrection
Will come
When I die
In the service
Of my King
My brother Arthur
And God
