Are we all mysteriously Sinful?

Title: Are we all mysteriously Sinful? (A lone voice whispers) In the beginning Did you secretly Walk like a curious Enigmatic Charles Darwin Looking Whilst Lost in Youth Seeking The Meaning of Sin To clandestine dark places where Angels Without harps Profusely lambast and Sing Searching Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises Seduced by Mistresses and Masters Of Seductions By their ever-changing winds And rhymes And now Are you still covertly Only understood By a select few Riding your Pale Horse Tempestuously Through lost Biographies of Old Beliefs Always on the lookout for engagements A means to sometimes Circumvent dark Carnal release Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid From the Matrix’s ever spinning Propaganda's machine As the Cosmic Serpent Of your own Apocalypse Approaches with such devious guile Heralding a new divine invasion Of your own United Nations So you still dwell in A new vision of Gilgamesh Wallowing in previous dark memories of Sins Of old encounters and embraces Of its sensuous Flesh Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla Lost in the folds of deep personal histories Overwhelmed With impropriety and greed Still seemingly held in check By fingerprints of Memories Old Gods But still always courageously Praying silently to the skies Trying to save Your soul Always praying someone Hears you and your deeds and comes down To intercede Copyright John Duffy