The last poem that I wrote is entitled, “Boundaries“. Today’s Poem, Sin, gives us a picture of what happens when we sign the contract and make friends with Sin.

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It pulls you.

It turns you.

Changes you within.


It lies to you.

Deceives you.

Makes you its friend.


It rows in you.

And grows in you.

Until it’s all black.

Then when it is done.

Hopes truth will never come back.