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I am the luster.
Weakness has risen from the depth of my soul.
I have given into lust.
Though I bite my tongue at the sounds of its expression,
I soon sell my soul,
willingly,
to the proprietor of my transgression.
I have given into the criminal
that grabs hold at a young age.
I have given into the mind that lets go in times of rage.
The cowardly force
that moves so slow in its execution
then pounces when your body is ripe.
I have given into the soulless soul,
the paradox that grows
Though I go by the name of strength, and passion
I show weakness in the land I built.
My ancestors look down
disappointed in their son.
The universe looks to me
seeing nothing but a natural occurrence.
A slip up that can be fixed.
How do I look at myself
when not through the eyes of All.
I do not,
for the pain of the realization
that I took ten steps back
will overwhelm all within me.
