Sin

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I stare blankly at the haze
Piercing it through with my gaze
The discombobulated trees
Seem to have forgotten
How to sway to the rhythm
Of the unfriendly cold winds

Mercy sounds outlandish to the gods
Wherever they reside,
Cloistered in comfort
Admiring our chaos from afar
Looking down at us humans...
Yet we happily dance
To the heart wrenching
Song of violence
In the name of these very gods
Is it a religious rebellion
Brewing within me?
Or just the sweet melody of madness

I found myself again
In the most unlikely of places,
So utterly lost
In the deep tunnels of pleasure
Almost absolved of guilt...
I spiral into the endless cycle of sin


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