I light some candles for my patron saints.
I pray to God, "forgive me. I am gay."
Since God forbids this mortal sin, it taints
My soul. I did not chose to be this way.
I kneel inside the dark confessional.
I'm greeted by the soft voice of a priest.
I mutter, "I'm a homosexual."
He sternly warns, "Be diligent and cease,
Your lustful ways. Don't lose your state of grace."
I promise, "I will try to sin no more."
Although, I know this will not be the case."
I praise the LORD, "Thank goodness Jesus bore
My sin of lusting after other men."
I ponder, "Am I really born again?"