You hear the voices
Whispering
Ominously
sin
Last thought before actions provoked
Lapse of judgement
No
No
No
I shall not bend the way
'the will is mine
For I stayed too long
Find me blind
Weakened by force
Grim victory of course
By me for
Freedom
Has Not made me dumb and yet
Still wounded gushing the dream
I find myself slaying the serpent
Breaking its face with my heel
Destroying the final sin
The one I shall ****.