English poem
Remorse
by Bernard Gilbert (1882–1927)
Pierce you another, pleasure bent, Or wound the helpless innocent; The Holy Ghost shall not relent.
Beyond the tortured body's cry Dread is the mind's dull misery; Remorse, the worm, can never die.
'Oh to repay it,' Judas saith: Who robs the innocent of breath, Certain shall live to welcome death.