Multitasking like a manic monkey in the attempt to prove I'm not a total failure.
Procrastinating wildly in the best style of self-sabotage.
Guilt guilt guilty that my failures drag others down with me.
Help me off this treadmill of woe,
my Sisyphian attempt to win salvation (freedom from painful shame) by works (hopeful/hopeless stabs at success).
Lift up my eyes,
from my navel
to your skies.
Help me truly perceive and believe your measureless graciousness,
staunch affection,
bloody love.
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