Mirror Me Not

Sin seems to know no

boundaries,

no borders,

it creeps in with a kiss

it's flavour for fleshly lips

death is it's only tip.

A high price for a low life

sin seems to exist even in the desert

Sin is a wish, that's never granted.

Sin is the seed that all men have planted,

Deep within there heart

Deep in a dead soul.

Sin lies saying...

“ill make you whole”.

Oh’

at such a big toll,

Sin seeks to devour

seeks for power.

Committed sin leaves you in need for a bath or shower scrubbing till you bleed for three hours,

dirty and disgusted with yourself with your spiritual health.

Sin giving a beating

leaving you seething an deceiving yourself...

your satin himself!

look deeper than the mirror you'll realise your a sinner consuming more than your share of dinner.

Sin says

“your a winner”

While you loose yourself

while you choose yourself

till you kill yourself!

You need assistance

Sin will soothe the noose for Ya

oh,

imagine what it'll do to ya.

Oh how much you hate the indication,

that sin is so sedating.

I know we're all pertaining to the sin all are creating.

-YaKes