Then pray for forgiveness of petty misdeeds
Concealing inside something harder,
You sigh just impatiently counting beads
Then rush off the spot to new ardor.
For you it’s a game. Being ready to chime
In this very dangerous choir
You think it’s a happier, easier climb
And seem to get through your desire.
Alas! All’s in vain. You’re more and more stuck
In seemingly better solution:
The longer you sin trying worst and best luck,
The harder you seek absolution.