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Sins of the soul...

I search
the reaches of reality
for a place
to rest my fears.
They stick to me
like my shadow
on the wall.
I move, they move,
I canít hide.
Omission, regret
then fear.
Terror that sins
once committed
will return and
demand penance.
Sins of the heart
are spontaneous
but sins of the soul
are calculated
and can only be judged
by that tribunal of damnation
in the burning bush
with a resounding ring
from the hammer from hell.
Evil judging evil
is the ultimate fear.
There no hiding
from sins of the soul,
just waiting, always waiting.
anvinvil
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
Published
Author's Note
Do past sins ever leave?
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