Dear Mom, I'm sorry I act as a fool. 

My Father, I let you down. Pardon me.

Am I condemned? Has doubt stopped our esprit. 

Through dark. You guide. Yet I act as a tool. 

I should have listened and gone to church school.

Not eye to eye. Like Mammoth’s to a Man.

Hate burns like pepper. Fervor like hot tea

Down my throat. Now I exist as a ghoul

And yet. Despite my actions he forgave.

He said to me, In life you can give time. 

Since time,till time, I have heard your intent.

Take this and use it. Spread love to the grave.

Gold rule, make peace while you can. No more grime

You should find Solace now that you’ve repent.