Literature
Sins with Grins
Sin has claimed me with its stereotyped darkness.
Lies have yet to shame me with their falseness.
Light has shone on me and I did not flinch at its brightness
I only turned away in annoyance.
I don’t need your help from my sin.
I don’t need the reassuring grins.
My will is strong enough, but I do not wish to change.
I hurt, hurt, hurt but it will spread out across the range.
I can move on, see more deaths, more births, and more sickness.
My mind will not be phased by another’s weakness.
I will shed a tear or two, but what is that worth in the end
Whether you believe you will go to a greater beyond or 6 feet under I w
