Poetry

My sin is that I was born a rebel,

You're sin is being born as the devil.

You wear the saints rob,

But you are the trouble.

You scream at my fierceness,

Then you peak like a true sinner.

You look at me with your sinful soul,

Then call me the modern doll.

You peak through the hole,

Just to satisfy your soulless soul.

Now tell me who's the sinner of as all,

Your lust is killing your soul and mind,

But won't admit that you just A human like us all.

So Enjoy yourself you little pawn,

By screaming she's the biggest harm.