Rotten thoughts and withered memories
Distorts blurred reality’s whole
Relived not once, but again over
To become imprinted on the soul
Blurred innocence looks guilty
And guilt must be blamed
The fault, the pain and punishment
Its owner’s is to claim
Shocking is the present, which lives another day
Silent is the past, ghosts don’t come out to play,
While wrinkles on weary faces; to everyone must say
Conscience is a burden and heavy price to pay.
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