I urged to do good, but somehow motives, action and its consequence can form absurd chains.
I never fully understood but somehow, somehow these grew taint.
Obscured my inner eye.
Spawned interior lies.

The lies turned to [bad word] in my eyes.
Called upon me [bad word] these deeds,
I would consider vile. As if these hands weren't mine.
I paused and beheld his dead eyes,
And momentarily I glimpsed my distorted I.
But, this clearness died.

Could I confine my mind, to justify my crime?
Every trivial move could bind
This twisted fate of mine.

I tried to conform but these malevolent fingers,
These malicious fingers were plotting my doom.
I turned the deaf ear but the voices still lingered,
And thus my new image continued to bloom.
This devilish contraption controlling my fingers,
Towards times of chaos and gloom.

I urged to do good, but somehow motives, action and its consequence can form absurd chains.