a bucketful of sin in a smaller bucket of torture and in both sits regret. stirred up all nice like, and no one noticed how easily it was to pile up the sin. the willpower to deny the urges is fierce but not fierce enough. the slippery slope, up and down, creating new moves, searching for a new home. the door is closed to change and forgetting about honor has become the norm. a false promise within a fake answer, don't repeat what you don't know.
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