We have a need for instant gratification it drives our passions to create more so we can consume more. Interesting perspective that our survival is based or an effect of sin. On one hand we choose this survival and on the other we pretend it is the only way we know regardless of the scriptures. Peer into the looking glass your poem says to us and see our self as the beast we are lavishing in sin to fulfill our need. Your poem screams these needs out bold as we whisper them in the night and hide them in the dark while we pretend that it is in our nature to be good and pure.
this is so amazing, the last line especially. It tells how everybody always has an excuse or reason for every act of brutality. So far a man lies soulful he'll always have the zeal to survive and survival sometimes means doing whatever it takes. I so much agree with you. Thanks for sharing this!
What sin? Scottish roots appearing here: Scotland: the place where they banned sex in case it led to dancing. No doubt the Scots have to commit their sinning under double duvets, perhaps that has led to their survival. Either that or emigration to less sinful, warmer climes.
Interesting idea, but where is Darwin when you need him: Does this mean the fittest are the sinniest, and coldest?
ATB
Alex.
Darwin would say that creatures who don't engage in such sin are doomed to extinction, and all other species apart from us go about their "business" innocent of the notion of sin. Your piece calls to mind why we equate sex with sin in the first place. Strange creatures we are.
I come from Fife, in Scotland, and I now live in Los Angeles and run a business in the music industry. I've been writing poetry for about as long as I could write! I had a poetry collection published .. more..