A Familiar Tool of Destruction

Vile stench
Of the cruel wrench
Twisting my plot
Despite the battles I've fought

Wrench in my gears
Increasing my fears
Of the upcoming failure
A problem I can't cure

So many times
I've played this game
So many times
I've failed again and again

What will it be this time
The rack, the nine tails
That's ok; that's fine
The pain is the same, it never fails

What is it, that causes this uncertainty?
Is it a woman's trend or mine?
Does this wrench expose my frailty?
Shall I repeat this till the end of time?

Uncertainty is the wrench
My sub-conscience is the gears
Stuck in a trench
Of a two front war