Every Man Unrepentant

Oh… my wretchedness.
Oh, the disgusting filth that my flesh now is…and will be.
Oh how, how terrible is my body, my flesh, …my self.
I am not but a filthy vagabond roaming this terrestrial sod, and what more…I LOVE IT!
Oh, and what a sad love it is.
That I would love these rotting bones…these “pleasures”

Why can I not be at ease for just one moment?
Do you not see I am in torment because of my deeds?

Each deed I love.
Oh, but they are fleeting, these loves of mine.
Where are you my hopes, my loves?
Why don’t you stay?
Why don’t you comfort me for one more…moment?
They do not love me.
But I love them…And I will pursue them…

Yes, I see them once again.
They are over there, but…I will go too.
I will go wherever my loves take me.
I will die with my loves, my deeds.
They are wretched, but I cannot help it.
I will defile my soul ever more if only to have one more drop of comfort.
For they alone can comfort me…My evil deeds.

Here is my fate.
To be bound to them. I do not mind.
Here I will rot.
Here, my soul shall be lost forever