Sin is a bad thing
Thwarting normalness,
Slowly it manifests
Leading away,
Lost like that which cannot be found
My soul bludgeons,
I hunger once more for normalness
Seeking redress,
Sin takes more away than it pleasurably gives.
To me who thinks I have control,
The tawdry seas, takes home even the most skilled sailor
Not home like one’s abode o’er the hills
But to that where retribution awaits the committer
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