Lord, have mercy. Thou knowest me by my evil fruits.
My apostolate is of rotten ones, the sinners know it and see it; they smell the hypocrisy and corruption, and their unbelief grows stronger in my presence.
My wickedness is greater than the desert of Israel; If Thou dost not shine Thy mercy upon me, my doom will be worse than that of Sodom and Gomorrah. And if by some grace I come unto purgatory, not even the end of time shall suffice to cleanse mine iniquity.
What Thy Spirit buildeth by Thy sweet breeze, the hurricane of my tongue destroyeth in a heartbeat. O Lord, Thou open my lips, and my mouth declare not Thy praise, but thorns unto Thy sacred head, and scourges unto Thy sacred body, and blows and spittle unto Thy holy face.
My words are sharp, plentiful, and vain; my deeds are selfish, and speak louder than my tongue. I proclaim that I have seen Thy salvation, yet, I act not accordingly. Therefore my iniquity is so great: I know Thy gifts, yet by my words I despise Thy grace.
I detest the sins of others, but not mine own, and my heart overfloweth with affections toward them. I fear more him who standeth in Persona Christi, than the very Persona Christi Himself.
Lord, hide Thy justice from my heart, it is hardened, unrepentant, made of lead. If Thy purifying fire draw nigh unto my works, nothing shall abide.
My faith is of an idolater; my hope is of a nihilist; and my love is of an adulteress.
Lord, have mercy. If Thou dost not, destroyed shall I surely be.