The Nature of Sin

Flesh
Owns its
sane burdens,
Eyes
Has some to
Its name
Seen.

Man
Is flawed,
Imperfect
Act
Always make
Earth a
Scene.

Heads
Get lost
Trying to
Think
While in thoughts
So loose.
Dead.

Hell
Exists
For us all.
Die
In plain sin
And face
Life

Air
Carry’s
What it can.
Hearts
Always bear
Scars of
Sin.

Ruddapoet