Faith

Forgive me father
For I have sinned.
I'm here to tell you
Of the souls I've skinned.
Of hope and joy
With no abandon.
I pick my victims
Truly at random.
And yes, now, Father,
It haunts me so.
It has my brain
Go row after row.
Devilish desires
Incite my bones.
I want my blood
To drip from His throne.
Father, dearest,
I tell you this, why?
Do I repent?
An eye for an eye?
Father, help me.
I think it's true.
Demons got me.
My soul, imbued.