Minted
I would never measure up... to heaven.
A couple of grams shy...I'd guess.
The weight of sin against good deed
I've already worked the math.
My carat is hellishly bent.
My soul weighs less than a mustard seed
A lifetime minted{selfishness}.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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