The last refuge of a scoundrel

I beg thy god forgiveness in an act,
An act of disgust forced on me this night,
And though I did commit I won’t embrace,
This thoughtless step of my weaker person;
These blood stained hands are my punishment now,
These five knives, glistening with life’s vital fluids,
I beg, I yelp, I scream at thee for help
N’I cry, I sob, I weep at your mercy
If thou does not forgive my act of sin
Thus to rectify this unlawfulness
Thou know I’d hath to be at one with him,
To rot in the flaming bowls of his fire,
Thou must let me know of a simple route
Which my unjust soul of cowardice may take,
Thou must give me the sign of signs at once
To show this steed you are here at her side,
If you cannot answer my needy call
Then you can’t be here at my cry beneath
Your shining layer that shines so dull today;
Why must thou mock my suffering this night
And brush off my calls for your helpful ways,
Or what may be perceived as helpful ways
But is just a blind wind of good fortune,
You are praised for your peace and good will
Yet the single way I see is the way
Of a hypocrite and a criminal
And criminals will not have thy mercy;
Thus I will no longer wait here to die
Under the burning eyes that betrayed me,
I’m human; I can leave when I choose too
And if leaving means that I beat murder,
Then leave and beat my bloody sin I will,
This light, this lunar dust shines on my face,
On the face of a person broke in two
I can make myself be one again now
I will escape your watchful gazing
I shall flee from this spherical cluster,
And of all that is bad and indecent,
Look so deep into my murderous eyes
Can u not see the being inside of them?
No matter; they won’t be seen alive again
For now they’ll be shut for eternity