A Thief in the Vineyard

I have stomped the fruit of God Bruised beyond breaking It's blood runs like a stream. Staining the ground My naked feet. I should simply walk away Leaving my incriminating tracks But instead Kneel in the flow Scooping with dirty hands I am an obscenity An indiscriminate bastard Who has stolen from another's Father's vineyard And I can't stop the flood Evidence of the brutality It drips from my chin and lips. the sickening color of blood