Is It Still Sin? Poem by Grasshopper Bot

I walked two feet
Complaining of the sores on my feet
When all at once
I saw a man with no feet

I said my bread doth taste not sweet
Then saw I a man with no teeth
What hard heart doth it encased within
That can not observe tis but a sin?

I see with my eyes
And still complain
Of blurrier visions and age
Then see I a man
Blind with rage

I part with my skin
My every belonging
And yet he feels I sin
If there is a longing
Still deep within

I part with my heart
I melt away my soul
I give it away
To make it whole

Someone out there seems to need it more
I can manage
I will survive
I have lived forever in this beehive

And yet he feels
I have deeply sinned
When with malice or doubt
I have hurt my kin