Lord, I am ashamed and embarrassed by my ignorance of your intent for me. I misunderstand all that I see and hear. Everything appears as a puzzle designed to confuse and mislead. I dont know what is right, and it seems all that I do is wrong. I feel that my death will be the only thing that meets your design.

There seems no way to be human, without being or doing evil that displeases or angers you. I am not smart enough to figure this out. All inputs are so distorted and manipulated that nothing makes sense. I'm sorry.