Forgotten
By Ian Stevens
Mistakes
we count endless everyday,
haunting
our actions, every breath pains, every heart beat burns.
Our
spirit feels heavy, dirty, and tainted;
tears
streaming down our faces only to fade into the darks crushing
oblivion...
Since
sin in our hearts dirty our soul, we must pay;
joy
in our mind now hides in the shadows where death lurks.
Only
when we are forgiven and we finally repent,
do
our souls become cleansed, when once it was darkness and obsidian.
Though
how sad and pitiful it is,
monsters
from the human race who act ruinous,
show
no sorrow in their actions, have no conscience or empathy.
All
swearing, murdering, vandalizing, and taunting;
living
life so recklessly, oh how unfortunate this is.
Reeking
havoc amongst those in peace , they all are clueless,
for
they don't even try to live in prosperity;
they
feel no bad actions horrific haunting.
Sin...
They
are completely absorbed in this corroding sin,
for
no moral judgments are created or made.
They
are condemned to a life of hell,
because
they live in darkness, that sin they praise;
in
their tainted hearts, god is not let in.
All
that is done is to let it fade,
no
pain comes upon them, so they need not to yell;
letting
sin fade away, defeated in cowardliness, just like a memory... just
like an aura...