Why is it always
Just so hard to resist
The urgings of
An inner tempest?
And though I never would
Purposely do
Something that just
Might hurt You,
Sometimes I get started
And I just can't stop.
I need help slowing
This plummeting drop.
Why does it feel so good
To just be bad
And, then later on
Make me feel sad?
These enticings are
Just so hard to ignore.
Does just listening
Make me a -----?
While others may say,
"No big deal; everyone does,"
What if it's true,
And everyone was
As weak as me
Deep down inside?
Has done the same things?
Feels their soul has just died?
Even then,
Does it matter?
No, now I just
Feel much sadder
Because I still don't know why
It feels good to be bad,
And then I just
Will feel mad.
I no longer see the point
In trying to do good,
And by the way, where
Is that ultimate good
That was supposed to save me
From these earthly pleasures
And give me a brand new
Eternal treasure?
Why can't I find it?
This map's hard to follow.
I guess I'll be doomed
To a life full of sorrow,
Full of disappointments,
Full of failed attempts,
And forgotten repentance.
Does this even make sense?
I can't take any more, geez,
Soon my heart will freeze
Since no one else sees.
I need Your help, please,
Now.
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