S-I-N

you don't make up for your sins in church you do it in your heart and you do it in your home you do it at your altar and you do it all alone S-I-N slaves inside nomansland on a sinking slaveship sinking in quicksand pulled into hades by a million hands of hate purified through fire in a fiery lake no exit no escape S-I-N syringes injecting narcotics the past comes to life,the switch flips to psychotic infected with fear and injected with hate shaken and stirred like hurricanes,twisters,and devastating earthquakes killers kiss and seal up fates watch stops can't wait the devil on his throne seethes and salivates S-I-N stuck in nets struggling to break free from the spiders web darkness and death disguised by sweet sexy smiles bloody fangs peirce my soul as i walk my last mile end of the trial the judge with the grudge swings the gavel the sentence gets passed and my mind unravels the jury of fury just points,pokes,and laughs "you'll pay for your sins" "you've had your last chance" S-I-N stretched into nothing no letters no love no more to the story... anthony_beesley@yahoo.com