Going to Hell and Back (And Back Again)
Let's go back in time, to a single choice, that won't be corrected no matter how many times we live.
Our own personal hell, in which we would prefer over heaven on earth.
A mistake we'd repeat over and over just to give,
A single moment that wasn't determined at birth.
The choice I made determined my friends and family.
The life I chose gave me my pain.
Without those choices, life is nothing but calamity;
Because not even they know what this choice contains.
The choice of pain gave me a burden that was felt through many,
And to them, I say "I'm sorry for my mistake."
My friends have felt the pain of twenty;
While I slither away like the sin of the Snake
Even if this all forgiven,
I'm sorry for the pain that has been given.
Our own personal hell, in which we would prefer over heaven on earth.
A mistake we'd repeat over and over just to give,
A single moment that wasn't determined at birth.
The choice I made determined my friends and family.
The life I chose gave me my pain.
Without those choices, life is nothing but calamity;
Because not even they know what this choice contains.
The choice of pain gave me a burden that was felt through many,
And to them, I say "I'm sorry for my mistake."
My friends have felt the pain of twenty;
While I slither away like the sin of the Snake
Even if this all forgiven,
I'm sorry for the pain that has been given.
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This poem is meant to serve as an apology for a choice I made. A choice I regret, but won't change no matter how many times I get to re-live that scene.