Oh sinner, smothered in your rob of intuition to save broken souls

 

Oh sinner, with your vast distinction on pure holiness

 

Oh sinner, loud and alert you point put my flaws

 

Oh sinner, with your flock of birds who’s eyes are closed

 

Oh sinner, don’t you see your pedestal has no significance over me

 

Oh sinner ,I warn you with a smile upon my face

 

Your hands are held captive to your own values

You despise the praise of statues your own soul is bound upon

 

Don’t you see that your prophecy is an irony?

 

Although your followers are many

You no longer own the flock

 

You did not notice the bird with the open eyes

The one who saw the storm ahead

 

Oh sinner your battle is lost

 

For a battle is not won until all men are killed

 

Oh sinner indeed you have truly lost

 

For you did not kill my soul sinner my soul lives

My soul sores