With those hands you sin,
Those same hands you hold up to the sky;
Asking, begging, praying for forgiveness.
Will you not reach a time when,
You know without a doubt,
And your actions are in alignment;
That those hands must only be used one way.
That the weight of one deed is far greater
Than the darkness of the other.
That it is disgusting,
And a sign of ungratefulness,
To make unclean those hands.
Sacrilege, sin, impurity;
Piety, humility, purity;
They cannot coexist, they cannot mix.
The path is forked
But the choice is one.
To straddle them both
Is a third path, to doom.
There is no choice to make,
For there is no doubt.
Go, and do not return.