Undo the day

These hands
The left
To balance thy limit
The right
To use for maximum capacity

These feet
To stand on its heel
Move on its own

But when this mind see it’s faults
Arachne starts luring me into her den
Penelope picks up the strings
Then the myriad of its own calls
As Hugin is lost in me

Ahh, sweet confusion
Into Your bolgia
I reside
And make it more hades than hell on its own