SIN
You were right,
In the world's eye
Sitting at the height
until you die.
See livin' breathin' ain't that simple,
Nothing like a clanging symbol.
You got to make a choice,
Whether you live or die.
Trustin' in Him or getting it in.
I tried to run,
I tried to hide,
From the Creator
It's like I didn't know he was my
maker.
In the end
I knew my flesh was week
Seeking him is life's peak.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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