Sins, bites on your conscience never to your convenience. No salvation, No revelations. Unblessed the lucky bottomless becomes your destiny and darkness laments, it’s quite cloudy wavy timelines, weary crimes Brooking our doom creating thy tomb as deaths looms.
this was me playing with words. Yet as always there is hidden truth and meaning behind my play. I guess this is me cursing to those who are lucky enough to have sinned and get away with it. As in every truth, sins is also subjective to survival, so we should be careful who to blame.