Born guilty, made from time's incipience
to serve as Nature's balance, I breathe free
and empty darkness, pulling down to dense
oblivion the fools I draw to me.
My cold charisma pulls them in; I turn
them into monsters who have guilt and shame
to rival mine, but who cannot discern
the Truth, the Way, the Secrets, or the Name.
My guilt is on me; shame is on me, too,
and endless suffering to me is sent
for what I am compelled to be and do:
I make no choice and yet feel punishment.
I can't complain, though: I enjoy my lust,
and Nature is by definition just.
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