The embodiment of Sins

A poem about how futile it is to be worldly when you know that it only leads you to hell

Sins, that’s what we shall be depicted as, sins
Sins as numerous as seas are deep,
Sins that causes the inimitable to weep,
Sins that that bring the world to places low and high,
Oh, these multifarious sins shall be judged from a merciful God, hopes I

These sins fester in mortals and angels alike,
Clinging to our countenance,
Using our bodies as their devilish delights,
Secretly diminishing our hope for eternity,
Procreating inside our negligent souls,
Empathetic in their process for our minds, bodies, or sympathy
And feasting on the very innards of our spiritual girth,
Ravaging our souls for what they are worth,
Alas there is redemption,
A remedy for these malignant parasites,
One so simple and great that the attraction of skeptics is assured;
Jesus.

With him,
Sins are evoked and put to slumber,
Innocents are kept from hell,
And the proud are subordinate to the humbler,
The first become last and the last are rightly put first,
However, in the obdurately execrable the sins become far, far more worse,
Oh a cry for shame for such fellows,
From which these parasites their greedy gazes have turned yellow,
Stresses from these consorts are just too much,
But cliché or not only the good and power hungry die young.

Horrid sins, foul sins, whatever shall they be,
Festering is their calling,
And the devil is their bounty.
Feast on you they shall,
And being mortal we can not stop them,
However, if we requisition Jesus,
He shall feast on them.

Author's Note

One of my favorite pieces, please be kind.

Reviews

[Hanalulu Hudgens]

I like this I wish poems were all this great

[Coyote Poetry]

In this world filled with opportunities to do wrong. Jesus offer of forgiveness should be appreciate. A powerful poem filled with wisdom.
Coyote