Bowed down by sin

Lent is spiritual combat and the evil guy has been winning too many rounds.
One of sluefoot's weapons is take your sins and pile them on top of you.
Yes, I am suffocating because of my sins.
Son asked me, "did you look in the mirror and say, 'I HATE YOU'?"
Yes just about. I look in the mirror and see my vile uncontrollable sin!
Because of it, I forfeit all rights.
Screwtape or maybe slugworm is emitting a foul choking dirty polluted fog.
But as for me, Lord, I turn to You who won the victory.
This morning I cry out for rescue.
Only You can reach through and drag me out
because of your Love, Lord, look not on my sin.
Drag me up and clean the mud out of my ears.
Set me in a higher place while changing my loathing to
Gratitude.
And I will thank you and day by day continue in prayer.
Amen.