Wages Of Sin Poem by Brandon Butler

Crush my hopes in pain
Leave sight between milk and honey
Lines my sets of crimes and cries.
Lies I say to care for my swine

Elks play if only for one day.
Winter settings its tables for the walk
The lines before sights of only warmth and hot

Leafs as the see death
Winter begins in only one breath.

What changes bids here
The bed of one natures fawn to fare
Cursed are the ones that see only tears

Bidding in nights for brighter weeks to come
As dark sits in his seat mocking as they wiver quiver and shack
Are these but leaves or something of better faits
Stopped for roads to dark to take.

Mock the bird that seen its fait twice in one life
Lived for such hights beyond the marks of plight,
Crimes are crimes in only lines defined.