Sin
People all sin so we are supposed to be the worst within,
But in darkest day who took children away,
Who killed innocent people and left us to blame,
We are not our creator so why are we this way,
we are just some pons in a wicked sadistic game,
We are used then distroyed for his wicked gain,
So are we really the ones to blame,
Our creator the one who made us and used us for his sadistic ways,
Isnt he the one who is the worst within for he has made the sinner who created the sin.
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