Sinner

The blood that was spilled

Has stained these hands coldly,

Those hands hold a newborn.

With the Purge of life

There are no tears shed.

Fear controls the Sinner's mind.

Hate breeds hate and disloyalty.

The life of a Sinner

Is a web of deceit.

Those lies are spoken out

Not one becoming a truth.

The turmoil outside is home.

It is hard to sin,

To hide your crimes away,

Loved ones turn their backs.

Shame is forever prevalent,

Sinners won't find true love.

Their life is nothing but a sham.

The truth is hidden away,

Behind tales spun they lay,

The Sinners are lonely creatures.