Sin
The beauty of your crafts
The warmth from your paws
The gentle kiss to misguided ways
The sweet motion on a ride through miles
Sin! That serpent of old
Heaven curse your stains.
A thin line to darken the light of the weak
A growing mole with a dark cloud
A fragrance of corruption and immorality
A cotton cane to keep men captive
Sin! That dragon of old
The earth mourns her lost glory.
The careless whispers and creepy sounds
The secret stash of perfected lies
The displayed ego and walk of pride
The mother of all wrongs
Sin! Satan the fallen
God's folly is greater than your wisdom.
A song of pleasure played by her lips
The warm embrace of her deceits
A lasting sting and suffering
The tender flow of un-righteousness
Sin! Lucifer thrown down powerless
The LORD gains victory.
- Calvin Timmie Hambolu