Questioning Felix Culpa

There’s just some days where everything annoys you
Where suddenly your eyes are opened to all that
Would normally bother you, but for a day it’s so much worse
How can that exist in the world?

And you just keep going but uncomfortable
Something hanging its head on your heart 
That doesn’t let go until something heals you
Beauty embraces the darkness and kneels.

Bringing the pain to the blood of ages,
Evil’s only truest defeat 
Begging for horror at the traces of what shouldn’t be
Questioning Felix Culpa until He speaks once again.

How can sex be screwed, why does one torture another,
How could one eat the other, how could one die?
What if nothing redeems us, what if we have to live
What we are, What if all we are is fallen?