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The feeling of hypocrisy and guilt

is stagg’ring loss of former flaunted strength

that has all but broken since it was built

and slid through groping hands at greatest length

and fallen onto scales of self contempt,

that when self measured do reveal that fault

completely—rightly will not circumvent

a conscience ever worth its weight in salt

yet heavy as gold and dull as rust,

cracked and ripped, lacking all self trust;

the torrent strengthens fueled by self disgust

it beats and burns then with a fatal thrust

it kills. 

All things emerge from darkness into light,

then fade once more, for day precedes the night.