Ken Bennight

Gold Star - 4,868 Points (Dallas, Texas)

Sin - Poem by Ken Bennight

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...

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death


Comments about Sin by Ken Bennight

  • Melvina Germain (10/24/2015 9:55:00 PM)


    You are absolutely right and penned so well. I hear echoes in the wind for every human being most certainly sins. Fantastic poem Saint..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 19, 2015


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