Misuse Their Bodies

"My desire is unbearable. I can't control it. I've convinced myself that it won't subside. The accusations unfold and accumulate. My actions have only one word. Attrition's not enough; there's only one thing to do. Rise! I will plead for penitence to repent for my vice. It will be my penance to crack the 'Whip of Lust.' I will be redeemed and rise!" You are safe for now. Someday, the story will unfold. Until then, you'll have to live with yourself; press your lips to the cross. "It could have stopped, if only I did. I confessed too late, now no one will forgive. But I won't let it go, won't let it be. This time I could fight this. I won't let it change me at all. I won't let it force me into it. I can pull myself above my mired life! It will be for the best when they know I'm gone; I will rise. Rise!" Behind closed doors inside a monk's robe, panic bristles the hairs you try to maintain as you take what you want.