Sin Is The Deity That Provides The Pain Poem by Maxwell B Anderson

And another plagiarised
sweat moment
fixated at
or with
the
momentum
that causes stillness,
occasions of more tears.
Oh!
Why am I who I attest to be?
Disgust at my ransom,
Disgusted
at the refusal.
and now, dilemma.
At the pockets full of empty
that place
themselves at risk.
I now fill my pockets, and,
will meet you there.
Yes,
I am coming.
But
for my selfish self.
To be honoured,
but not
repaid.
Let's Go!