A Loaded Sin

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Our tears bleed into an ever flowing
ocean, to hinder the responsibilities
of our lives, where lust and turmoil
take charge, into the air these bullets
fly, painting our hands with the
bloodshed of man, inscribe our names
in a wall of hate and conflict, and burn
in the atmosphere of a thousand suns,
as we climb down the ladder of man kind,
we find savageness in advanced ways,
to take heed to the words we speak,
for mans downfall is a result of the
hate we share...




We share nothing but our extreme disgust for one another, for our kind the imperfections are infinite, where in the eyes of our savior we are a body of sins, a sin waiting to be dragged to the fires, instead of a white land in bountiful arms...





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