Confiteor Deo omnipotenti..

I left for him the dying....
he left for me
only the lying..
since the lang years past
my crying...
wypes not the memorie frae my mind....

he warranted his end
at my hands...
nae amends will wash
awa the stain
o’ crosshairs blood...

but t’was my destiny
to end a lyfe... it was
meant for me..
a venture in being God...

why question the act ?
better... ye ken not the fact..
o’ this particular lyfe..

just sing the song
just sing-a-long.........

I’ll sing the chorus....

Graham...2003