In a crowded hall
Guilt appeared before me
I don't know her but she recognizes me
Silently she stands and stares at me
Her glare rivaling the fiercest winter
Causing my soul to shiver
She beckons me to bear her weight
But first she insist I thoroughly look upon her
Beholding her wounds
Wounds only Damien could conspire
Without words she accused me
Denies lavish my tongue
For I was skeptical of her certainty
Canst she be wrong? Amidst this throng, me?
Moreover have not I been a saint
A decent man admired by many
But before my rebutting was heard
From the herd another accuser revealed herself
This one I well knew
For my err against her was new
Beside my first accuser she went and stood
Then to my dismay, another opposer was produce
His name was Truth
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