Mea culpa, my Lord, for your beauty,
For the Grace and the Happiness
In the deserted parlor of your mercy.

Mea culpa, my Lord, for your fairness,
For the Evil defeating Good
To the sounds of cheerful pious chimes.

Mea culpa, my Lord, for your justice,
Its hymns inscribed upon the tombstone
Of this obnoxious, rebellious reality.

Mea culpa, my Lord, for your generosity,
Its poets competing in bloodshed and agony
To earn a living by your kindness.

You are truly immortal
As is the vengeful memory of your victims.