Some things are pleasant, remembered.
Some things are not
It's the not-plesant things
That hang in my thoughts like bats
That crash I caused
That time I nearly drowned
That corpse I saw
The flies buzzing around
Such things can be a cancer in the mind
Evil can be regretted, not undone
It's consequences cruel as acid, flung
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