There is no going back.
No reverse to the right decision
When the devil within has worked his sabotage
We cannot rewind the savage machine
How can one mind move in so many directions?
How can it be so cruel to the vulnerable self?
When the reckoning comes
Only one stands trial
His own judge and jury,
and the cruelest punisher of his own mistakes
In the blink of consciousness
When he slept
And his devil took the helm
Readying the whip of delusion
Preparing a bed of vipers
To greet consciousness when he wakes
And all the flowers of delusion wilt and fall away
Leaving a cracked stem shaking in the cold
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