I am sin

My, my,

God's voice boomed from the Heaven's.

He told me to repent.

He said,

Only fiery pits await your damned soul.

You are a sinner. 
 

My, my,

Shining light froze upon my flesh— I froze in fear.

God’s Angel’s had come for me! I was saved!

Their eyes struck through me; I was mistaken. 

A poor Shepherd's final moments. 

I am a sinner. 

Nailed to the cross I stood. Who was I?

The Father? The Son? The Holy Ghost?

I vomited up something—

something crimson and vial. 

I am a sinner. 
 

Down, down, down I fell!

Who was I, now?

Was I falling down to Earth? Or the fiery pits of Hell?

My wings broke off and feathers shattered in front of me. 

Blond curls smashed into my face while cold air assaulted my cheeks. 

And then, with a harsh smack, I landed into the place I knew I needed to be. 

I am sin. 

My, my,

I left the Church doors feeling sick. 

After having all of those hands on my me,

pulling out my sin,

feeling up my skin,

I only feel worse. 

Unclean, contaminated,

A sinner.