A Corrupting SinA Poem by Mason WattsIt drives hate, wars, and fake love, It lies, kills, and fights For things so pointless to me. It intrudes on peoples lives Making them hate, love and kill. It’s a w***e that lives to find The things that bind us so, It looks for an excuse To make us cry. It goes for our weakness To bring us down. It causes most of our sin Creeping in so slow We don’t even see How corrupt it is How much it hurts us And how hard we work for it. Do you know what this thing is? Do you know the w***e, the thief, the murderer, The hater, the liar, Do you know this thing that corrupts the soul? Do you know the thing that comes in so slow? Can you guess at this thing? Why its money, don’t you see, That comes in so slow. It’s the w***e, the thief, the murderer, The hater, the liar, Its all of those things that corrupt our soul. Money intrudes the soul So easily, and slow. This sin we find we love and we keep. We put it in safes and our pockets To keep for ourselves, And we don’t even see The death that it sells. Do you horde this sin? Do you keep it for yourself? Do you have it in your pockets, to make things go your way? Don’t you see those on the streets, The ones in boxes and no food to eat. They deserve it more than most of you. They have worked and bled And yet, you see, these men will be dead. You say, “Good riddance” to the deaths of these men. But when you die there will be no sorrow for your soul. The people will hate the things you’ve done When you horde your money. They’ll spit in your grave and curse at your soul. They don’t like you for who you are But for the money that you hold. They know that you are wrong, with the things you’ve done But they know that you have one thing they want. You may have money but you won’t have a soul That will be cared about once you’ve died, They won’t pray for you, or care about your grave They will hate being at the funeral When they could be drinking in praise. Now my story is done, Of the money that kills. You see you gain nothing When you horde that money so. It is only a sin, don’t you see That will corrupt your soul. © 2010 Mason WattsAuthor's Note
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Added on February 13, 2010 Last Updated on February 13, 2010 AuthorMason WattsRock Hill, SCAboutI'm a thirteen year old writer, hoping that someday that he will become a young accomplished writer with a lot of novel published and even more un-published. I have friends but none have a great (or g.. more..Writing
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