Sinner Under The Sun

i am a sinner, probably to sin again,

lord forgive me, i prayed

Jesus walked, my sin payed for without remainder ages before,

still to this day, emitted from darkness he troubles my existence,

vices of his work fill the steps to the part of light,

upon the walls of this virus we walk,

spread it has, farther than the mind can take it,

question religion? we questioned it all

beigns of mortality as we are, actions of a god we portray

lies on the lips of the priest, who knew?

thanksgiving disguised as a feast, who knew?

on the fire we are expected to fear not,

 but our skin pay the ultimate price, 

divinity, faith and humanity put to the test?

the truth of our divinity hidden behind closed scriptures,

only the teachers to preach,

lost in the world, like kids lost in a park, so we are upon this earth,

thanks to non,  we have a lot to give, but few to gain,

life split inbetween lines for the sinner and his opposite, 

heaven-hell, angels-demons, freedom-prison,

who gave the right for man to be devided between tides?

grace aveyed a few, others a privilage,

democracy. freedom. justice. claim to be the opposite of a man of sin,

but by sin this revolution is fed,

call me a sinner, and i claim i am a prodigy of sin,

only God will judge man,

Until then, by the ways of life i am fed nothing else,

with just my concience to spare,

my existence to the man i owe nothing i am brought before,

he has been given the right to make judgements of my mind,

my soul cannot find rest, in sin they have all conjured monuments,

in sin the earth have been made a marvel, as i retire to my room,

beneth my breath i cry, 

for under the sun man has neither rightousness nor truth, 

only sinners dwell under the sun.      

  

 

Author's Note

i was under the influence of codeine plus listening to 'watch the throne' when this piece was written. leave your honest reviews, leave nothing out.