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Shuddering by night and day

Testament to my obsession

Thy penance seems aptly

Yet the remorse plagues me

Nectar of thy spirit

Candor ripped from it

Estrange from devotion

Life seems vacant of heaven

Thy will shall be done

Not a care for the mass

Instance of expiation

Has yet to happen

Hesitation, an indulgence for naïve

Uncertainty plundered the field of dreams

Inaugural pandora’s box

Let loose the forbidden

Reckless the enactment

Necessary was exquisite

Framed! The cry rings

Hear the call

Insistences aplenty play havoc

With thy conscience

Trapped in cycle

The end is nigh

Indiscretions none absolving

Malevolence seems infinite

Temptation, unjust the verdict

Become the plunder unsought