For most of their lives they had yelped
that they urgently had to be helped.
But they no longer yelp anymore.
They don’t need help anymore.
They once were encumbered by soul-killing sin -
till they wondered, one day, after peering within,
if the strife they had both been detesting
as sin wasn't sin: but just life, manifesting.
Soul-killing sin wasn't what they had been with.
They didn't need help with a thing to begin with.