Rubric Scale
Four days
Its has been four days of turbulence,
That as contorted my mind
Trying to express the problem that hunts me,
We sin and sin,
But which one is amiss,
Lie,Steal,Kill,?
Please show me the mystical scale that weighs sin,
Giving us the power to judge,
We walk these corrupted streets,
Passing one another,
Oblivious that we are looking through a mirror
How different are we?
Sinner from birth but somehow we become separated,
Why does my sin goes unnoticed but his goes to trial?
Now we decide when judgments comes,
Deluding Gods voice ,We strive for control,
Banishing who we please,
And Mercy on Those who stay,
Dethroning who is unworthy,
Betrayer our brother and sisters,
Why are we so Lost?
Please can my question be answered?
Are not all sins equal?
If not show me the rubric,
Why is the sin to lie normalcy,
But to Steal an anathema,
Four days I have been lost,
Trying to understand the weight of sin.
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