What a choice! - equal to


     blasphemy - ringing my ears.


     Naked, but for innocence,


     I still wait.


 Harboring stillness within my breast -


     a task merciless and cruel.


     With bloodless heart - it


     pounding out an answer.


And say again - What Choice?!


     The scale is tipped uneven,


     but only slightly so.  I can't


     decide with my head echoing.


 On knees of weakness, I beg of you...


     release this anguish from my


     soul.  Decide.  Naked, but for innocence


     I still wait.


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