Echoes of Atrocity

How much longer until I see the end
For I know my days are numbered
Mind runs astray
Contaminating the peace within me
What means of solace
What means of escape
When I curse and cry out Your name
I see myself upon a cross a shame
Condemning all of my infectious acts
More like Your son, more like myself
A cruel balance lies upon me
The crushing weight of atrocity
Make swift Your hand
To cover all the shame of what I cannot be