Pecco Ergo Sum I sin therefore I am

Pecco, Ergo Sum (I sin, therefore I am) Not an aimless ride on Sunday morning, But for a faith oblige I am tied to attend “Sinners!” the priest thunders from pulpit, “Repent, for your flesh betrays the soul!” Verses cascade from the book of the wise, Urging forgiveness to claim a seat In a kingdom beyond the grave’s cold embrace. I turn to the Creator, my maker divine, Why craft flawed vessels, etched with fault? Why carve weakness into our fragile clay, Then wield fear to mend what You designed? Could life not flow smoothly by Your Will alone? Or is sin the pulse of existence itself. Pecco, ergo sum? Brief is our span, stumbling through shadows, Misery and pain, heirs of an ancient wrong. A scar of defiance haunts us still, A faith forged in the fires of an old sin. Fear, raw and unyielding, bids us believe In redemption earned through sacred blood— Yet suffering, sickness, poverty linger on, We fall,wake up and sin again as if by default Did creation compromise our existence Making the essence of life not so divine Did Your creation flaw our essence, dimming life’s divine spark? Where did dogma falter, Rewriting life —Pecco, ergo sum?