When you enter your personal hell of shame and guilt,

you can stand in front of the eye and look down to your feet.

Be humble, O’fellow man! Your words of falsehoods at a tilt,

and the truth spears through, taking no defeat.

So say aloud your sins, come clean and absolve yourself!

Come and free yourself, why shackle yourself to such a feeling?

A confession halves the sin for the one awaiting to better themselves.

So come true and remorseful. Come kneeling and come with your mind reeling,

Guilt, regret, shame

The eye stares ahead

awaiting for a finger to be lifted

but remain on your knees

scrapped and bruised

Be true, and do not

speak another lie.

The eye desires

only the truth

Speak aloud, bellow out your regret,

Take the step—your soul’s debt is met.