We all have them,
and we are despise
our little dark gems,
but they are our ties
to this world we hate,
and these people we
don't care bout till fate
gives us a nudge, a key
to happiness and salvation,
or to torment and ruin?
in this war, our station
will leave us with no kin.
Yet we still have these sins,
these vices towards our end,
yet some still sing those hymns
and after they have to bend
those rules that they keep,
such as being against adultery
or by the noise of a beep,
a killer they will learn to be.
Our sorrows at the bottom of
a bottle so abhorred yet,
a bottle so tempting, no dove
of innocent left, that is my bet,
and in the end, we fall back on
these sins of ours and we let
these demons loose, we be pawns
while the demons cause us to not fret.