But the clutch stuck with a down-shift decree.
And I left pusillanimous after nineteen years,
After quickly realizing all my irrational fears.
Apathy swarms like summer locust reign,
So I scrub at my past like a freshly made stain
As I walk to the gallows stride by stride,
I keep my Jekyll and shed my Hyde.
Though toilsome is my heart's constriction,
Stronger still is my continual affliction
With action worthy of trial and damnation.
My actions are the only way I'll meet salvation.