Sin Poem by Saint Cynosure

Sinful in my fleshly wants,
constant in desire.
Sin still feeds that flame that burns,
my soul is black and mired.
Evil is my every want,
of vengeance for the past.
To feed my mind the false,
that all the good I've done will last.
Everyman inside his flesh is such a wicked beast,
that at a moment starves the rest,
So only he can feast.
Craving in this flesh we want,
to never save the tree.
Regardless of the shade it shares,
or gives the air we breath.
Every war that's ever fought,
Is for the lie that GOD is naught,
that man can save the day.
Until we learn to crush that lie,
sin is here to stay...