To Sin Is Worse

To sins I relax my shoulders,
My heads are two and they are single,
For I am not evil as can be,
From sins and religion that bit into flesh,
Forbidden flesh that clings to the teeth.

Teeth are stolen, and their dice are stronger than more,
For the sinning is the killing and I know more.
More is the sight and hearing of a good man,
He is man enough for me.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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