Lather, rinse, repeat
And hope your soul will come out clean.
Kneel, gesture, or bow
Have you been forgiven now?
The guilt you're told that you must take on
For every wrong step in life you take
Will not keep you on the wagon
Or stop the wrong choices that you make
All pleasures must be guilty. Or perhaps,
A worser fact that brings the truth:
Our guilt is pleasure, when we lapse
From what it is we're s'posed to do.
But fires burn and darkness frights
We run from action's consequence.
We bathe in an ocean of delights,
Then seek a quick-fix recompense.
Lather, rinse, and repeat
And hope your soul will come out clean.
Kneel, gesture, or bow,
Have you been forgiven now?
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