Misuse Their Bodies

"My desire is unbearable.

I can't control it.

I've convinced myself that it won't subside.

The accusations unfold and accumulate.

My actions have only one word.

Attrition's not enough;

there's only one thing to do.

Rise!

I will plead for penitence to repent for my vice.

It will be my penance to crack the 'Whip of Lust.'

I will be redeemed and rise!"

You are safe for now.

Someday, the story will unfold.

Until then, you'll have to live with yourself;

press your lips to the cross.

"It could have stopped, if only I did.

I confessed too late, now no one will forgive.

But I won't let it go, won't let it be.

This time I could fight this.

I won't let it change me at all.

I won't let it force me into it.

I can pull myself above my mired life!

It will be for the best when they know I'm gone;

I will rise.

Rise!"

Behind closed doors inside a monk's robe,

panic bristles the hairs you try to maintain

as you take what you want.