You retain a soul that's incarcerated a writhing disease,

Though.... some way the blames' continually haunting me....

Hesitation has no right tugging heart strings,

let along, snarling moral abilities thwart head – swinging,

time yet hasn't soothed the sting;

Cut the insufficient blab,

why not insert the blade within chest to stab?

You've effectively proven words are nothing more than sweetened toxin sap.

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