The darkness gauntlet guised itself
with sweeteners of soil and lust
and willingly I spared no sip
and willingly I swallowed fast.
And on its journey to the skies
From gut, to lung, to throat
It still comes sweet, the taste of guilt,
My-very-self-scape-goat.
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