Wretched

I plead the fifth, my wretched  sins, my dance with hell, my
Psychic fens.  And death alive, a flood of grief, a demon’s
Pulse, a ghostly beast. My vicious vice, a volume vex, a
Spirit slain, a sacred thresh. And ache to sin, a wretched act,
A wicked wave, a mortal fact. And foolish pride, the breath
Of Saul, the depth of sin, a devil’s call. For royal soul, a
Saintly plight, a rail aflame, the pain of life. And harden
Heart, the art of hell, an iron death, a breath to fail.

I plead the fifth, my wretched sins, my dance with hell, my
Psychic fens. And demon grog,  the lust of shame, a biblic
Scar, a torrid  rain. My reckless soul, a gothic  wave,
Athirst for light, a wretched slave. And silent voice, a surge
Of guile, the urge to sin, a pool of bile.  And harden heart,
The art of hell, an iron death, a breath to fail.

Wretched: of poor quality.
Fen: low and marshy land.
Grog: intoxication.
Gothic: dark.
Bile: irritability.
Torrid: boiling.