penance
Jonathan Wise
Somehow though I am unkind grace flirts with me
While I model my anger after the sun's disregard
Enemies gather to dance with me
Who is so impatient with karma?
Who would block my wicked reward?
And shower me with their blindness with a love far too ripened?
Have mercies in retrograde
Have mercies in retrograde
Judgment has run from my door
Swarms of flies have brought honey
And much much more for me to be ashamed of
My evil has not been apraised
Have mercies in retrograde
Have mercies in retrograde
Oh