the sin experience – foto by Smith
7 Sins
Don’t hock my soul to Satan
Don’t let me lose again
Within are better makings
To steer myself from sin
I stumble bum from grumble
I stagger crack to cringe
I roll below then crumble
On this my downward binge
I fat my ass with muffins
I sludge my blood with gore
I miss and mess the tough ones
And sell my soul as whore
My mouth twists in lie
My eye shuts to truth
Never asking why
I waste away my youth
Envy greed and wrath and sloth
and more pour out uncouth
Life is light and I am moth
My more is less in use
Don’t bust my nut with evil
Don’t write me off just yet
A hardened heart’s medieval
No higher calling met
I know I slough in sorrow
I trip and gripe in sore
But I will rise tomorrow
Unless in sin there’s more
So don’t sell my soul to Satan
Due my lust and pride and such
Please give my weakness your prayin’
You know I’m not asking much
the end is not at hand – foto by Smith