Infection
PostPosted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 2:21 pm
I sit and muse on my inevitanle fate,
the pain of sin exils me further into my self,
my inpertinent actions don't hurt only me,
for I now realize "no man is an island"
Sin is an infection that spreads into every,
dark conor of my mind,
of which there is only one solace,
Salvtion through blood.
the pain of sin exils me further into my self,
my inpertinent actions don't hurt only me,
for I now realize "no man is an island"
Sin is an infection that spreads into every,
dark conor of my mind,
of which there is only one solace,
Salvtion through blood.