Harold Grimes Iii Poet Free verse

Sweetest Sin

Take a grip and heave the hammer 
As they come marching in 
Meet the gates with all your might bounce it out and do it right 
Don’t let those bastards win.

I split my head became enamored 
With the evil soul within 
I fought for glory I fought for Jesus 
Now I’m spit on once again.

I’ve tried my body you’ve tried my temper 
I can’t believe I can’t remember what happened then in mid December 
When I held the hammer with all the glamour 
At the church bell’s sound I brought it down 
To feel that tingle in my skin. 

Again! 
Again! 
Again!
To feel that tingle in my skin!

Now I sit upon the church’s steeple and look around at all the people 
Staring with their wide-eyed fright. 
My hands are red your face is null I hear the bell and feel the pull 
To raise the hammer with all the glamour to kill you with this final blow.

I look I stare I breathe it in I feel that tingle in my skin 
The hardened power so acute so harshly gruesome so absolute
That I just have to grin,
You’re my sweetest sin.

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