A Sacred Sin
Love is sacred and sublime
owned by the angels once,
But as descended to us men
It lost its grace as hatred born.
Man born with a greed to own,
Nothing he has,than a scar on
That's the death mark of Cain.
The smell of the blood of his kin.
Born to a world of his destiny
Man seeks his own identity ,
With a pride he owns the world
Roses he enjoys in it's shade
But discard when they fade.
He used and threw his every gift
Virtues too once he dipped in lust
A lesson he would never learn
though revealed,time and again.
Whims stronger beyond his reins,
By default bowing to weakness
when soul confronts cry like a loser
But wants his pleasures closer.
Virtues are for future bargains,
God just a convenient reference,
Man is confused in substance
Never knowing his own life
owned or a gift, he less conclude
Or a sacred sin of the Creator.
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