SIN

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