Sin To Astound Poem by Naveed Akram
Sin To Astound
Replicate the sin to astound God,
Our genes shall spread forming lakes of indifference.
My sin is not huge, not huger than what partakes,
In this existence lies the cure to all ailments.
The ale and beer must be hazards for some,
But most consume the liquids completely.
Sin is measured by the pencils of neglect,
Inside the little book of sin is hidden your name.
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