Guilt is a burden we exonerate Ourselves from by excuses often lame Enough to make our thoughts rebel, debate With reason of the cause we would disclaim, If only lies could be as potent, yet An accusation still persists, and points The finger at our negligence, to bet Against the odds, we crack the frame, the joints Split wood, exposing all the falsehood, such A force denies us not, upholds the right, And though we creep, we cannot alter much: We were once dominant, now lose our might. So deepest caverns open up to fall Into, and thus admissions will appal.