Sins side of the story

Sins side of the story

intro: life one.

all my roses in a box locked away in the attic.

all my feathers in a cell shut away in a jail.

before i ran free in the meadow.

i was a careless young boy.

painting canvases of sallow hollow cheeked victims.

those victims were real with no life.

i controlled all of their will.

they had absolutely no freedom with their body.

all they could do was see through their eyes as they watch themselves masturbate

to little children receiving devastating life threatening deceases.

i was once a victim to, but i died the day my oppressor inflicted, or shall i

say "passed" his rage to me

devastation: life two

i am your pedophile, your Vatican generation molester.

don't think of me as a conscious person for i am a spirit,

i see no end, as do all humans,

we are all eternal creatures, living from one life to the next.

leaving trails of sins that we could not control.

it was only this urge that was in us that pushed us to hell.

the justification: explaining away the madness

the question remained, how do we resist the need to avenge?

how do we resist the need to seek the perfect fix?

where do we find the satisfaction for personal fulfillment, and a deep sense of

spiritual awakening?

when we don't want to suffer the consequences of our rebellion.

no one does.

selfishness alway comes with payment.

the revolution: rebelling against nature

who's to say that our plans equal to God's?

why do we plot devious revenge, condemning innocent spirits...

to imprisonment, the same sentences that our own inprisoners condemned us to.

the payment: pay the cost for waste

sin does not awaken to the injustice of it's self. sin is in us all.

will we continue to pass down these bitter chains with no sense of integrity or

shame?