Confiteor Hyenam

[Verse 1] Confiteor Deo… But my lips deceive. She came to confess, I could hardly breathe. Plum purple hair, a sinner’s crown— She knelt, and all my vows fell down. [Verse 2] A beast! A witch! A thing profane— Her laughter rang through the chapel nave. I gripped the pew. I bit my tongue. Still saw her spots when the psalms were sung. [Chorus] Domine, Domine, why was I made? To crave her scent or to drive it away? My spirit willing, my flesh is weak— And still her name is all I speak. [Verse 3] Seven cords, the sacred lash, Blood and breath in each cruel pass. But strike by strike, it turned unclean— Each welt became where Scuzzy’s been. Her claws, imagined, raked me raw— I moaned, not God’s, but her outlaw. [Verse 4] Sanctus? No. I'm not. I'm torn. Denim vest or a crown of thorns. She stalks my prayers. Her smirk, her gait— A hyena sent to desecrate. [Chorus] Domine, Domine, blind me with grace! She dances still in Your sacred place. Each lash I give is an unheard prayer— But all I dream is her tangled hair. [Bridge] I see her tail in every flame, I taste her musk in the Eucharist. I preach of sin, I damn her name— But Scuzzy consumes me with her kiss. [Final Chorus] Domine, Domine, still I plead- Why send her here to make me bleed? O God who made both fang and flock, Confiteor Hyenam, Domine solve hoc...