If these tunes don't getcher boots a'kickin, I don't know what will:

Another thing gone wrong and there was nowhere to escape my madness. I slid on my yellow rain boots and grabbed my long black sword, in the case that I needed shelter along the way. I made it up the hill and through the churchyard; there was not a soul in sight. The clouds clapped above me, and the sky trembled as though it could weep again at any given moment. Hurriedly I walked, though I knew not where I went, until I found the place where all was seen. In full revelation of the city, as well as my self, I sought to hide though I knew I could never escape His gaze.

I searched for the perfect tree, but all seemed against me. Each curvy limb and inviting branch was high above my reach and I was forced to wander further, though I all I wanted was to escape the reality of my misplaced feet. Finally, I found her, the perfect one to cradle me in the sky, as though I was her very own. I climbed and climbed as if I could make it high enough to reach my maker. But alas, the ladder ended, and I was still in this wretched place.

I clasped my damp hands around the bark and enjoyed the pain, as my skin was left upon her. I climbed fearlessly and then rested with a view of the city. I found myself escaped from my routine, but not at all from the agony of those who haunted me. Round and round in circles I went, as my mind tried to catch up with my heart and my heart tried to find my mind. There was nothing to be said for my blatant hypocrisy, as I wretchedly left every bit of faith that had so quickly professed only hours before. There was no a single bone in my body which did not bleed from my utter imperfection. I was waiting away into the hollowness of my own mind.

Suddenly, the clouds broke and the sunlight began to appear on the horizon. I beat my head against my own wooden cross, as I saw the death I had to die and accepted the life of Him who won the battle for me. It was not as though I was not given every ounce of strength to endure, but I was afraid nonetheless. Loneliness like I have never felt, in all my years of being alone, fear like I had never felt, even since the terror of my youth, but this was the crescendo of every doubt that plagued me.

I loosed my grip and shook my open hands at the sky begging “take this from me,” I knew that my job as ruler was finished. I made such a poor king, and my counterfeit control led to nothing but chaos. I needed Him now, more than ever, and yet I so hesitantly relinquished my weary will.

Forgive me, Father, and take back from me this life, which you have already claimed.