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.
