I am a sinner
I am a sinner. I have been afflicted with a deadly wound. It will claim me. Without some miraculous intervention, I am done for.
And Grace Flooded in
You are in a room occupied by innumerable wheels, levers, switches, knobs, and pedals. The lowly conductor, you press and spin, twiddle and turn, wipe the sweat from your brow, damn the luck, and press some more.