Queasy stomach, heavy heart
muddled mind, spleen contrite
Gut feeling gone haywire
liver filled with remorse
Penitent eyes, weepy nose
constant woes gnawing at brows
Legs worn out by missed steps
back burdened by regret
Not one,
not all at once
Can spell doom of humanity
or bring death to compassion
Except the most malignant
of them all ailments
that affects only the
very assured and smug
Cancer of conscience
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