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.