Advice To A Sinner
Listen, young Sinner, to your heart. And then you will see,
If you are indeed as evil as they say.
Not because you will find the answer within,
But because you have searched.
You have looked. You have tasted.
To be a Sinner is to be forsaken.
Your fiery end is never mistaken.
You will surely choke on the fruit that you swallow.
And at your feet,
You shall have swarms waiting to eat the meat,
For they are hungry too!
You have taken without giving.
And yet, somehow you make a living. Feed.
But when you have exhausted the last of this land.
And the grass has withered,
And the farms turned to sand, look to your dripping hands for an answer.
For ancient blood is black, young Sinner.
Listen, young Sinner, to your fate.
It is written here, and there, and is set in stone.
But if you can move stones, there is no stopping you.
History is written by winners.
So is it a Sin to be a Sinner?
