Heavenly Father, I regret
That the experiment has failed,
When gross dishonor has prevailed,
And earth again with blood is wet—
If I may go so far to call
Thine own creation which I grieve
And their successors since the Fall.
The fruit of that delicious tree
Of knowledge could be better used,
But men are willfully confused
Embracing ways of infamy.
I too have been perversely blind
But in my own way sought repentance,
Regretting my atrocious sentence:
To see, and know the truth maligned.