In the current rendition of my personal perdition’s plight,
My condition leads, casting shadows in the fading light.
Penance is paid in installments, a toll to be borne,
Grace is expected, not adored, a truth ignored.
Often mourned
Honesty, a requirement, yet abhorred in its way,
Mitigated by ego’s sway, causing dismay.
But should I stay on this path, I may find conviction,
In my declaration of belief, a steadfast depiction.
By this pledge, I shall forever abide,
Until I cross the great divide,
Where truth shall be my eternal guide.