This world is a sinA Poem by NidaThis world is a sin
To begin with, I'd rather comprehend... That this World is a bigger sin, than I committed. I'm only what I'm made of... And a constituent of every molecule! Every element that sinned.. So yes, this World is a Sin.. A bigger sin than I committed. I'm at fault.. I've no know-abouts of the books that say sins. I'm at negotiation.. And in demand for regress. How can I know what a sin is? When I'm tied to sinning? When the World looks at a sinner... With a sinner in oneself? This World is a sin... Next to my attention... I'm only stated and tied to a chair, I don't see facts... I'm made out of them. I ignore truth. But, I know who is sinned. I killed an ant, it killed an amoeba: If I see, I'm a sinner, the whole World is sinned. I'm not a sinner, A watcher of locks... If the key is your thinker? Then yes, It is sinned. The World is a sin.. A Bigger sin than I committed.. And the fact is; I'm born to it. © 2014 Nida |
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