In the depths of shadows, a tale unfolds,
Of guilt's relentless grip on mortal souls.
A haunting presence, a weight so extreme,
A guilty conscience, devoid of redeem.

Within the heart, a flicker of remorse,
A spark that yearns for redemption's course.
But in the absence of repentance's light,
A transformation begins, a soul's dark plight.

Like whispers in the night, the guilt takes hold,
Seeds of darkness sown, a story untold.
A person once noble, now tainted and lost,
Their conscience, a demon, a terrible cost.

The guilt, it festers, a venomous stain,
Corroding the spirit, driving them insane.
With every passing day, their essence erodes,
As remorse turns to anger, their empathy explodes.

No longer bound by morals or care,
They tread a path of darkness, devoid of repair.
The demon within, hungry for power,
Manipulates and exploits, hour after hour.

Their heart, once compassionate, now cold as ice,
Inflicting pain and suffering, without any price.
The demon's thirst unquenched, its hunger grows,
Feeding on the guilt, as their humanity slows.

Forsaken connections, severed from grace,
They roam as a specter, a lost soul's embrace.
In isolation's embrace, they find their abode,
A guilty conscience, a demon they've sowed.

But hope still lingers in the depths of despair,
A chance for redemption, a way to repair.
With courage, they face the mirror's reflection,
Confronting their guilt, seeking self-correction.

Through repentance's grace, they find their way,
Breaking free from the demon's wicked sway.
Acknowledging their wrongs, seeking forgiveness,
Rebuilding their soul, embracing their humanness.

For a guilty conscience need not define,
The fate of a person, their ultimate design.
With repentance's flame, the demon can fade,
And a soul once tormented finds solace, remade.

So let us remember, in darkness or light,
To face our transgressions, seek what is right.
For a guilty conscience, without repentance's plea,
Can transform a person into a demon, forever to be.
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