There is a choice

The human will

The wrong and the good.

The trembling spirit is choosing which to take

One is crying and one is pleading

The sin and the saint

The one you love, and the one you hate to love.

Fears of the with drawl are awakened

Its poison slowly stiffens the body

Hot tears of shame coincide with every thought of the wretched

The mind is trapped in fear

Fear of failing

Fear of disappointing

Scared of the past coming back to torture

The soul is doubting.

Hate is in the dripping blood.