Poem: I hate my sin

My Gods,

I hate my sin
I utterly detest it
I despise that it is in me

Like a pack of ravenous vultures
They eat away at my flesh
Leaving not even the bones to dry
For these vultures are insatiable

You are Perfect and Holy as always
And it is my privilege to know You
Even to be known by You, I am humbled

How I wish to hide my being from You
Though I am aware that i can not
For You have seen all of me before Your creation

In Your perfection, my sin does not seperate me from You
And I am exceedingly grateful that Your Mercy tethers me to You with ropes
That do not break, for They are made of Your very Holy essence