Sin

A cry for stability, in a world where the frayed edges of its sanity steadily unravel, is lost as a sigh only fuses with air Everything once held dear, is disoriented and peace is only but a memory. This is the world we live in, that the human race, so kindly, besmirches the glory of God everyday. This damaged creation was made to be beautiful, flawless but evil subtly smuggled itself into God's extraordinary design. We call it sin.