To Be a Sinner
To be a sinner,
You’re never going to be a winner.
You’re a loser, an outcast, a nobody.
To commit sins is your special way to be somebody.
You do what you want when you want.
You live for the thrill of the hunt.
The hunt, it is the thought and the execution of a plan of what to do next.
Your favorite phrase is there is never too much sex.
You sleep with anyone and don’t believe in the word love.
You don’t believe in the man above.
You worship the demon below.
You never go with the flow.
You cause destruction wherever you go.
You don’t understand the meaning of no.
You’re a ghost in this vessel of life.
Your hate soon turns to strife.
You fade away and start to do what you’re told.
You do this until you grow old.
You die in this life unknown.
You left no mark in this world to call your own.
You’re a loser, an outcast, a nobody, a sinner.
You should have known you would never be a winner.
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