If given the option of sinner or saint I’d sin in a second if two were too late to encounter this conscience, to conquer this Eden however blasphemic, however forbidden. And sinner I am if so be your will, in pursuit but persuaded and powerless, still; I pace as I pray for the Unpromised Land of you in my heart, and my soul in your hand.
Sometimes a guy can be quite soppy. Written back in 2000 or so.