Better Born Bitter

 For this Sin you feel pain
money was a friend of mine, needed no other lover
Wages of sin is death – is pain
‘til I found recognition, this pride I kept under cover
Repentance is the only cure
resentment was my mentor teaching me how to act
Resistance of sin is strength
transgression my affair, turned soft moonlight into thunder
these friends became my tightrope tying me down
try not to fall down as I walk
cant fight gravity - I stumble to the wall; I’m docked
cant move past

For this sin you feel pain
an event - a brute - comprised of multiple assaults
Wages of sin is death – is pain
Was my birthmark; a scar, then faded over time
Repentance is the only cure
a picture of my wound that was drawn for me
Resistance to sin is strength
Wore glasses only meant to skew the way the I see
Evil put serpents on the lens,
so, to your will, my life itself lends
time for you to repay the peace back with interest:
interest: the key to my shackles



For this sin you feel pain
pay back the piece of my love you took
Wages of sin is death – is pain

if I steal my freedom will I be the crook
Repentance is the only cure

one Moment:
     saw my eyes shine innocence; in the very next, eyes beamed black
Resistance to sin is strength
infestation of evil of such black bitter beings
miniscule, your stature of grandiose force
you mustn’t be so hungry
we both know hunger's for the weak
Bitter eats the host; grudges never touch a ghost
feast on the crumbs of my anger
to fill the cavity in your chest
victimize
prey too large for your stomach
permeate
my pores and they're no longer used for sweat
you're cold,
and your frostbite has no need to respire
grip my muscles
appoint yourself commander of my body
a spasm of the mind
now, excite me with a cracker of fire a sound that pops
I’m as a bird, cage me
I repeat not what you say, but your voice is my only echo

you tell me how it's frigid - shiver
insult me in my home
meaning, it's not the devil's place to roam
burn until your fuel is fire, burned of fire to release fire
as a byproduct of the by-moral –
a positive and negative
cancel ‘til nothing's left
satan's heat-induced sloth, you can tell him I said so
upon your return
promptly he’ll have you, and you alone with the kin of your kind
God alone owns my body, my spirit, and my mind