God Despise Me

At least some of the time it seriously seems that way...

Growing roots wriggle
Onward into my soul -
Digging past rich soil.

Don't ask me how,
Especially when I now
See you already know...
Please, a little dignity -
I cannot always be
Spotless in every way and
Entirely, perfecyly pure...
Sometimes, I must fail.

Maybe, perhaps, someday
Evil won't defeat me.