A doer of evil deeds
Selfish in the stead of Selfless
A wild wicked mind
A twisted and crooked heart

Did love escape through,
       A clutched fist?
Did the angel of death deliver,
       An old friend?
Did life steal your innocence,
       Only to be replaced with pain?

Bearing witness to rotten fruits
Of your corrupt labor
To see the pestilence wrought
At the Arbiter's table

Two choices arise
Introspection weaves the way:

Tread further into the deep,
Embrace self destruction

Or

Allow redemption to chisel
Carving the flesh of the ******