They all go hand in hand,Like blood and vein so guilt and shame are. The two are the diseasesI may not know their pathogen,but I guess they are viral.They ache deeply, may be beneath the diaphragm, thoughI guess They cause tremble and feverYou shiver as though they attackedThe invisible personI mean the soul. If you want to know and know better,Ask a caught murderer being sentenced to death,If ever seen a lamb being slaughteredSo is the victim,Guilt starts, I don’t know where,Shame compliments and thus self judgment They ache that far though-But, not immune, they have a vaccineAnd here it isAvoid wrong deeds, and so the worryFor if you wrong, and then you are caught,You suffer the fresh and the invisible you! Ends
