THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 149
It’s pleasant to the eyes_
Pleasure of the soul_
Food of the flesh_
Ticket to free ride to hell_
It’s the THING we embraced, sin.
Boldly do I walk into this doom,
As I set my heart out like an empty room.
And just a touch on the knot; boom!
I let it slide into my loom.
The project I embraced in sin.
Sin is an everyday schedule for souls_
Saint, sinners dine with sins_
Drown not into it, if you want salvation_
We’re all sinners and we all crave for salvation_
Thank God he sent his son to save us from drowning in sin.
I dropped my life at God’s feet,
After the altar call.
But almost immediately,
A twisting feminine waist Snatched my life from God’s hand,
And gave it back to me.
A luscious allure I did find,
that grappled my heart like the strongholds bind.
It was not only sex,
It was sin,
That separated me from my own realm.
We all sin by of sight, thought and word
The day we lost in lust
Heart virginity is no longer pure
Yet we want to purify to purity_
Yet we still dwells amidst it
Simple mortals in a perilous path,
Wandering to the lost path,
Making bad decisions, like they are mindless.
In their stupidity, denied tranquillity,
Living life like it’s timeless.
My heaven gives pleasure
But it’s in between Bella’s thigh
My deception may work for man
But I know God can’t be mocked
For in the dark tunnels of my mind
He knows of the sins I’m yet to commit.
To the altar we cry and plead on Sunday,
But we forget all that before Tuesday.
We roam and rampage in sin till sunset on Friday,
And turn sober throughout Saturday and Sunday
We repeat same action everyday, without concern for the great day.
Since the fall of man,
In the garden of Eden,
Freedom got buried,
Sin was begotten,
Now we know, we live to die.
Simple Instruction Neglected,
Begotten from disobedience.
A voice from within, thickish in nature,
In existence, from the sand of time,
Able to change the mind of man.
Why that when it is thought about, its considered done, then when its eventually done, it’s not considered twice done?
The complication of sin; perhaps one of the mysteries (if it is) only the end of the world will fully reveal
A transgress from the norm
A rebel from morals
A treason against man’s code
A tyrant ego
A passage to she’ol
Act of transgression
Immorality and the consequences
Beat of human consciousness
The life sodom and Gomorrah
Remembering if Adam and eve
Lord save me for sin
For all have sin,
and cum shot on their faces.
She kneels before my rod_
and offer to it praises;
this is my story, this is my song.
There are dos and don’ts
Of our liberated land,
And our holy book.
Yet we seek excuse
Of incapability or ignorance.
Accustomed to this strange feeling,
A pull, I can’t be freed from!
For today I stand,
Tomorrow I fall_
A garment so adhesive, glued to my skin_
A name known to all folks, no other name than Sin.
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