Guilt
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Sheena Blackhall
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Have you ever been tossed on the horns of the black bull Guilt?
You're bruised and broken, but no blood's ever spilt…
No final goring is going to let you get off lightly
The black bull roars and rages and rends you nightly
No matador will dance that demon away
With a swirl of the cape. Guilt is one long replay
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