Who came to wash the world of sin.
Your lineage you say comes from above
But your words show you're not of Him.
You say I'm like a junkie or a drunk
Irresponsibly picking up needle or can.
But I say that's a load of junk
I have yet to lie with a woman or a man.
You didn't have to struggle, as a child
To fit your square self in a hole for a round peg.
I'm tired of hurting from the edges I've filed
I'm moving forward to see what's ahead.
But no no no no you cry
For don't you know that God will smite
you if you should try
to put a woman in your life
It's sin it's sin it's sin it's sin
You yell, louder and louder still
And after you finish, begin again
Your choleric rage making you ill
But all this serves the opposite intent
I see nothing Godly in this din
To you I will not repent
Love is the opposite of sin.
well, I'm not a very good poet, but at least I know it ;)