#originalsin
Judged without our fault
Before we could know our names
Sentenced at our birth
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
When you chock it all up
to letting them fall
bits and pieces
shattered disco ball
to blanket the epic fail.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:04 PM UTC
Leaf of the trees
Rounding the apples
Under the rain
Sound of the battles
Rain on the umbrella
Pain for the gain
I see beauty
In all this wretched game
In the liars game
The only way to win
Is to trust them fully
And be stupid as you can be
The only way to win
Is to lose all the rights
To win what's left
Those written on the walls
Drawing a paint
Painting a draw
Are we playing still
Or are we back to life
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
Put me in Adam's place between
A lonely garden of barren bliss
And my love in the abyss.
I'd eat from the palm of her hand
And lick her forbidden fruit clean.
No gift could tie me to this land
But my shameful baby.
By my God, I'd gladly go banned.
Only need the blessing of my baby.
When you've already bit into sin,
There'd be nothing else to do,
But look satan's snake in the eyes, grin,
And greet the original fall with wide open arms.
All's well as long as I'm with you.
Towards hell's fires, I'd crawl.
Swim through the flames of the pyres.
No death I couldn't desire,
As long as I'm with you.
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
This death won't be my last,
I've been here before.
The serpent tempts me to eat the apple,
Null it down to the core.
Going back to my original sin.
I am going back down again.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
I’m made of dust, dried bones and incomplete,
To be cursed for want of a stolen rib,
Barely alive with the faintest heartbeat,
A grown man like an orphan in his crib.
No room for a soul in my shriveled veins,
No life support for fragile loneliness,
To acquiesce in sadness given reins,
A flawed experiment in holiness.
To be alive gives no consolation,
My helpmate has absconded with my soul,
Turning my devotion to temptation
To fill a void when I should have been whole.
This lesson has been far too hard to learn!
To God-forsaken earth let me return!
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
The pitter-patter on the panes
Is music of the autumn rains
'Til barren tree and downy snow
Tell the fall, "It's time to go."
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC