Walking in the dead of night,
with not a single soul in sight.
Exploring the deserted street,
I feel my own thoughts retreat.
Now on a deadly run,
with the transcript still unwritten.
Hiding from shadows that lurk,
while demons within me smirk.
It feels like a losing battle
my thoughts so sharp, so brutal.
Not a fight with an outside foe,
but chains inside I can't let go.
I played by the rules of men,
yet why am I guilty then?
Why does my stomach churn
with every lie, betrayal, and burn?
Didn't you do this once too?
Didn't your inner soul know?
You, too, made felonies,
you, too, raised enemies.
You crushed the downtrodden,
used their backs as your ladder.
Heedless of their countless tears,
the cause of their nightmares.
Blind to the miseries caused,
your power, a cruel disregard.
Power— such a stealthy thief,
drunk on wealth, drunk on belief.
Now my mistakes catch up to me.
Tell me— how can I flee?
Part of the multitude,
I, too, abused.
But now I feel too broken,
my soul entirely shattered.
Gripped by sheer anxiety,
my only escape— piety.
I search for innocence lost,
for ethics in garbage tossed.
How will I bear these losses,
the weight of missing morals?
Oh, I am so guilt-ridden,
can I ever be forgiven?
Once part of that erroneous mob,
I unknowingly became a snob.
And when my last hope falters,
beneath its heat I swelter.
My only escape—a better man.
This journey has already began.
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