There is no world without sins
It is written so
The birth of humanity was the first sin
Sinning flowed like lava from the mountain tops
Sinners and sins
The world to some may seem dark and grim
Floral looks the most beautiful and virgin when is dying
Exquisite and exotic before petals fall crying
There are the ones who defend deplorable beliefs
Instead they should see the autumn, the colors of the leaf
They speak so as to be heard, to have the last word
They are the sinners whom really seem the most absurd
There is no god, no god that you know
It’s in your head you see, and thoughts melt with the snow
Yet sinners march on, carrying crosses and crescents
Sadly their religion is the religion of peasants
Sinners Sin
Some drink tea, some drink gin
There is upon us this ray of slim hope
Seeking enlightenment that comes not from the book