Sin
By Fry
Sin It's all around us In the ground we walk on In the air we breath In everyone we meet But what do we count as Sin? A sexsist comment? A pair of eyes running up and down your body? Wanting something with a great passion? We seem to be unable to escape Sin It is in our homes It is in our stores And it is in our church Where do we have to run? People say "Pray to God and you will be saved" But praying gives no feedback Your mind just makes a feeling up so you can sleep at night We have no where to run No where to go It wraps around you like a snake Sufforcating Squeezing until you snap Until you lose control And lose your way Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 07:29 PM PST 0 • 14
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