Moments teeming with mistakes
Couldn't hold my life at ransom
As reason raised stakes
In inventions that wouldn't blossom.
Moments steeped in illusion
Couldn't diminish dangers I faced
As I dabbled in delusion
Despite revered rites I disgraced.
Moments awash with wanton wishes
Couldn't spare me the scorn
I courted when I depleted fishes
From bays and coves in Capricorn.
Moments bereft of honour
Couldn't shoo away the shame I earned
When with open eyes I courted dishonor
Despite liturgical lessons I learned.
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