Mea Maxima Culpa

I howled hoping hell hounds might hear it

Shoved bloodless white hands through black ink

I handprinted blame on my spirit

Chose not to be change, but to fear it

Pushed what I knew to be true to the brink

I howled hoping hell hounds might hear it

Found virtue but would not go near it

Made heavy what rivals may think

I handprinted blame on my spirit

Met cruelty and thought to revere it

It hid with a grin and a wink

I howled hoping hell hounds might hear it

Over precipice steadily I steered it

Hoping the longing might sink

I handprinted blame on my spirit

Gained wisdom but failed to adhere it

Allowed deep down inside me to shrink

I howled hoping hell hounds might hear it

I handprinted blame on my spirit