You called me sin. A natural-born sin, you say. Something unchangeable, indomitable evil.
But its okay, you say, we are all born sinners. That, your lying tongue and your shaky hands wandering through the things that arent yours as well as your lustful eyes, and those guns you carry around that screams the bullets through the heads of the innocent, these things you made balance on one side of the weighing scale with the sin of loving the same.
You say things about nurture and nature. Its nature, you say, and never nurture, therefore you are born w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶ no born as it. Im not the sinner, i am the sin.

Hounded.
Nailed.
Arms outstretched.
Guilty by association.

Wanting cleanliness.
Wanting more.
Greed.
Lusting.
Guilty as charged.

I have sinned
and the commandments are you.

As your order is to be not loved by me
and to be loved by you.

that mistress
fills you up and falls
apart; lest the air
boil up and consume the
heart

sour and steep and stoic
like a rock upon the mount
my yearning for the mistress of the
night

she bind you and stolen
away that little gift from
above; above yet she descended

her fingers like gold and iron
hair as strong as her heart
silver encrusts the lining of the
soul but betrays not a single
phrase

lament on your behalf and
seal the fate of the future and
fate of the wealth of the triumphs

***** motels and decrepit
churches, she preys
yet against their better wishes does the bird
go on singing and singing and singing

pray the lord my soul to keep and pray
the devil my world to weep

Her sadness has overpowered her soul,
Her soul that was once a sky full of stars,
Became a sky full of scars.

Tired, Tired of hoping and everything
Couldn't sleep without begging,
Begging for redemption,
Because her soul was full of temptation.

"Sorry, I won't do it again"
That was her favorite line.
I couldn't bare listening at her all night,
Decided to knock at her door this time.

'Sorry, I am a sinner'.
A letter that she left at her desk,
Shocked of what I saw,
at that time I can feel her sorrow.

Her soul was full of sorrow,
Her heart was full of sadness,
That memory is hunting me again,
I'm sorry, I was too late to save you.

I'm so sick of never changing
No matter how much I pray.
This thorn in my side
never goes away.

God forgive me.

I'm so hollow.
There's nothing I can hold on to.
There's nothing inside keeping be together.
It's a bitter pill to swallow.

spit me from your mouth.
I'm the water that never quenches thirst.
Stitch my palms together,
but crucify me first.

God forgive me.

Force me to pray.
Force my lungs to scream Your name.
Force my heart to boil blood
and push the hell away from me.

I'm every broken promise
wrapped tightly inside skin.
I'm the embodiment of each and every
unforgiven sin.

Tear the flesh from my bones,
strip away all my grave clothes.
A white-washed tomb of my design
is my dark and lonely home.

God forgive me.
God forgive me.

Rather be a sinner
Than
A saint.
While the sinner
Always wins

Somehow!