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    Прочтений: 0 Посещений: 1774 Дата публикации: 2.7.2006 I’ve been thinking of sin Sin is a crime Against the God And the prime Stipulating the filth Sin is a game: The shallower core, The beckoning frame Egotism is a crime But crime is fame To possess; then confess Those excuses are lame And as blood comes for wine For as far as it is Sin will be the supreme In the world of extreme Sin is sweet Sin us lures Sin is rich It wins spurs Till the end of the days While the cradle is bent Sin will wait for the child Being not innocent I’ve been thinking of sin Sin might seem as a truce Showing villains as right And the angles obtuse But remember the pit At the point of dark Selling friends for a coin, Thinking facts as all stark Tete-a-tete with one’s conscience And I know this for certain Hurts sometimes even harder Than the bodies’ limbs rotten In the cradle of sin Child of famed self-destruction Be aware of the payment Before doing your action Sin is blind Sin’s forgiving Sin’s targeting reaction Sin for those not believing Justifying malfunction You grow up Then you rise Growing old Getting wise Still I sadly observe Sin remains as the same Till the end of the days Manhood plays at its main Nothing changes the human Forms are nearly as copied Flowing back, flowing forward Asking mildly to stop it I’ve been thinking then why Are we humans so boring Can’t we see the decline? Or we like to be roaring? Till the end of the day I’m afraid this will paddle Adults acting as senseless And remain in the cradle 18th May 2006 Ваше мнение: Украинская Баннерная Сеть |
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