Behold, And Despair
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In a quiet hour of reflection,
the heart is found bursting with every
wickedness and corruption the flesh might let it excise.
The mind defends the stains with every
contortion needed to slip the fiery barbs of holy shame.
Ever perverting freedom as permission to indulge,
the organs swell disordered; the final cause is broken.
We are as slaves to our misery - how shall we be redeemed?
And every torch an idol if its contingency is forgotten;
who so wrestles back the darkness only lit
dimly by pride, scorned by failure, weeps and sighs.
Despite the lonesome labor to wipe away the decay,
the desperately depraved fact of mankind
seethes ever forth in terrible revelation.
The agony of rebellion strains against
the given law, at once compelled and denied.
How heavy our burden to will the soaring order from the
lawless flesh, and its flight, carry the heart to rest.
The maddening dissonance of failure to our internal dictum:
How shall we be redeemed?