A heavy yoke of guilt crashes on my back,
I’m not a better man, so I let it consume me
The pressure eats away at my shoulderblades
As I am torn between right and wrong
I act as the crux... the untouched soul.
A virgin to the feelings of guilt
Unsure of how to react and realizing that the worst
Just might be on the upcoming horizon
To and fro.
The yoke leaves me in a state of constant
Flux as it relates to the balance of right and wrong
This is not a burden I carry alone.
Others carry it with me and it is those who survive this journey
Who I may call my friends.
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