Sinners:
a lively group of human beings,
who despite common idealogies,
are the only people who really live.
People see them as the losers
destined to spend eternity in hell
but that is the price one must pay
in order to make it through the day-
I drink coffee, i smoke pot,
i fuck and cuss and drink alot...
i am one of a single lot,
the lot god made to burn in hell!
And those with a moral compass
that points inetvertably north-
without fun or passion or lust,
the ones who a sinner never trusts-
the ones who dream of heaven
for which their praise and faith deserves,
they are true and golden, bright and right-
they are all the starry night denies!
I see them down on their knees
praying to an invisible god,
always asking, please, please-
please let me go to heaven,
and not to that aweful hell!
Who would dream of invisible things?
of course, of course!
who else a scarlet letter paints?
Those PERFECT, undeserving Saints.
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