I felt that I deserved a break, but no:
Thing after thing goes wrong. I’m powerless.
Keep searching for a way for me to show
God that I repent. I need to confess
To stuff God must already know about –
Since He, or She, is everywhere – sees all.
I just can’t figure any of this out.
My safety net is broken, so I fall.
I don’t even believe in "sin". At least
Not as relates to anyone but me.
That something which I once called faith has ceased
To light my way. That’s not how it should be.
My head is full of doctrines that conflict
With each other. The word is derelict.