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Redemption
I am a slave to the light;
I try to go dark,
But I tremble and gasp.
The mark on my arm sears with pain
Reminding me of my place,
Of my duty.
My work is of acting and learning
And I hope that my performance is flawless
One little mistake is sure death.
No one knows the monster I truly am,
The atrocities I have to commit.
And for what?
To ensure my place? To survive?
At this point death is welcoming,
But I cannot escape to it yet
I must bear my guilt for the rest of my days
Until I die of old age or of mistake.
But even in death I will not be released,
Condemned to the deepest pits of hell
With only the smallest glimmer of hope that some day,
I might complete my penance and be free of guilt.