Nothing But Pain

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We found ourselves caught in the complexity of sin,

The patron of temptations we felt back then.

The heat of passion, the cool of remorse,

The deceptive façade of the power of choice

But I fear now for life, for soul and for mind

I fear the Justice that I may soon find

But fear is only fear, this idea too abstract.

Not real, not solid, not really intact

So why does it hurt? Why do I care?

If fear is abstract, and our love without flare,

Why does my heart feel this culpable shame?

My carnal delusion brought with it only pain.

Nothing but pain.