By cinefan01
Sin. A bitter taste Upon my delicate palette. Right. Wrong. Gray. I try to fight The urge To be lukewarm. Be it better To proclaim The title "Christian" And sin publicly Or Resist labeling, Live the best I can, And try not to Lead anyone astray. What does it all mean? Where does this leave My soul? Where does it leave me? Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 07:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Sin...."
Author:cinefan01
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"Sin...." by cinefan01
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"She plucks the moneyFrom the bedside table, He was her father's age.This thought caused her bodyTo shudder in disgust.Tears cloud her eyesAs she walks silentlyTo the door.She walks the streetsBarefoot..."
"Slave to my passions, Bound by my desires,Tortured by carnality.As I cry out in yearning,My body quivers anxiouslyAs you,My warden,Stalk meLike a panther Hunting its prey.You stand before me,Glistenin..."
"The emptiness in her soul Was apparent in her eyes. The fire in her, That had ignited her passions For life and love, Had been ground out By the heel of Time. Her life seemed to be lacking In exciteme..."
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