How unpalatable my soul is! Look how its stench knocks you unawares And its vile deeds steal away your very breath This is my Everest, the discontentment of my spirit Will you not feel its shape? Its deep ridges and unshapely lumps turn you away Very well it should How oft has this retched being gone against its master? If you only knew, you would wish for its death. Thus is my soul, blackened with sin, Vilified among the masses Yet when I look out among them All I see is detested spirits, my kindred Throwing violent tantrums against reason You claw and claim sainthood You all sin, yet you crucify me so.