You Are Sin….

[Fletch]

You Are Sin

A face familiar, like my own
Whispered words a truth, I’ve always known
A subtle unease, within your very core
A haunting splinter, a conscience we ignore

Use your gift, weave your stories
Sing of pain and love, and hopeless mourning
Search your soul, delve deep within
Sing the songs of virtue, let the dance begin

Who do you represent, claim to espy
Busy living you get rich, whilst others die
Soon you’ll find, no pockets in a shroud
Those you serve they’re all, now disavowed

I claim no poets rites Nor a prophet’s kin
But you embody vice, you are Sin

Miracles eclipsed, you couldn’t adapt
Providence belief, devoid of any fact
Stagnant progress, you failure to evolve
Spirits you sustain, they’re all now absolved

I claim no poets rites, Nor a prophet’s kin
But you embody vice, you are Sin

Condition of the human heart
What is on your mind
Let others know there not alone
Tell truths, expose the blind
I claim no poets rites,
I claim no prophet’s kin
But you embody vice, you are Sin
You are Sin

You know your reflection, the crimes you face
Avarice sold your soul, or faith you embrace

I claim no poets rites, Nor a prophet’s kin
But you embody vice, you are Sin

Condition of the human heart
What is on your mind
Let others know there not alone
Tell truths, expose the blind
I claim no poets rites,
I claim no prophet’s kin
But you embody vice, you are Sin
You are Sin

I claim no poets rites, Nor a prophet’s kin
But you embody vice, you are Sin