Forsaken and Salvation

He that hath forsaken me doth liveth in mine harrowed mind
Mammoth mountains of pressure doth crush me; liquefies mine spine
I blasphemed and swore sacrilegiously to He that I feared
Hail Mary, mine Jesus, Jehosephat and Saint Elizabeth Greer! 
Forgive me, forgive me, I, he who hath sinned!
Time knows no cruelty like a man-to-cross pinned.
Tis I that have committed the travesty, not Him!
Readeth mine weary heart, like flagellation it warbles
Mine spoken tongue daresay I speak with a mouth-full of molten-hot marbles
"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, mine Father who art in heaven"
Tis I that is the belligerent heathen.
Strip mine body of thine spirit and casteth me down to deepest hell.
The Devil doth yearn for my tainted corpse for in hell it does sell
Or puteth mine soul in purgatory and purge mine mean streak
Elevate Him to godship to thine pearliest peak.
Mine skull is a quagmire where devils doth play
Exorcise mine conscience and strike thar demons away
Christ, Christ, Christ!
I beckon thee thrice!
Lift this weight off mine chest
Thy love doth suffice.
Halleluiah! Believeth I'm saved!
No longer a sinner enslaved to the grave.