by Michael Cheng
Forgive me, for I have sinned.
For as “the Child is father of the Man,” so have I failed to honor you, my father.
For you were hungry and I gave you no food;
You were thirsty and I gave you no drink;
You were naked and I did not clothe you.
When the Lord called out to you, I filled your ears with the voices of Legion.
When the Lord planted you in good soil, I dug you up and tossed you onto stony ground. 
When your heart yearned for the Lord, I bound you to the rock with lust and desire, greed and envy, sloth and despair, fear and loathing.
So you pled for death above all else. The Lord heard your blood cry out and in His pity, He transformed you into a wraith.