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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