They all go hand in hand,
Like blood and vein so guilt and shame are.
The two are the diseases
I may not know their pathogen,
but I guess they are viral.
They ache deeply, may be beneath the diaphragm, though
They cause tremble and fever
You shiver as though they attacked
The invisible person
I 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 slaughtered
So 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 vaccine
And here it is
Avoid wrong deeds, and so the worry
For if you wrong, and then you are caught,
You suffer the fresh and the invisible you!