The Immaculate Reception

Oh God, the expectation that observes over me,
While knee-deep in an indignation that burns inside of me,
...And in ridicule, a prevalence of doubt that creeps up underneath me,
sinking me into a morbid of uncertainty...

Wailing over the circumstances that nigh over me,
Upon a temporal south, where cruel bindings lapse an offering of grace
...In a kingdom beset furthest from the truth,
And yet, so near the immaculate reception that bears me

Resting on laurels in an immoral insurrection that weighs in on me,
...An intermediary being combs the inapplicable consequences
Purchased from the blood of his perfect standard...