Your confidence is shaky
You’re never prepared for the inquiry
You’ve no representation on the subject
The result of years of selfish neglect
You search for a purpose to be relieved
Or redemption from authority not believed
Nervous now, thinking your defense is futile
Yet with a solution at hand all the while
You’ve another opportunity for freedom
Chances you seem to shun as they come
Maybe this is the time to be sincere
Resisting the temptation to get out of here
You want what everyone else seems to control
Freedom and a ladder out of this hole
Take your breaths now, breath deep
The lamp is on, bright light sweeps
The inquiry comes fast and furious
Admit you are a sinner among us
Lazy without ambition; idle at hand
A sloth, yes I understand
Anger and temperament and a wayward path
You’ve shown a hate for some, exhibitor of wrath
A taker, a receiver of benefits even without need
Sometimes there’s no return from you, you practice greed
You scorn others with more, do you agree?
This is the transgression called envy
And when feasts are prepared for all of us
Your serving is disproportionate, you are gluttonous
Your assets are sometimes on exhibit
With elitism and a pride you must admit
Excessive desire for another you feel you must
As deadly as the others this misdeed called lust
Of these crimes I am guilty, please no more penalty
I tell the inquisitor, the conscience, inside of me
Incarcerated in the prison of my soul
What must I do to (re)gain control?
My only opportunity for parole lies within
Admission and regret are keys to self-redemption
I must practice goodness and selflessness
For any chance of true love and happiness