sinner’s lines

I light matches for ghouls’ gunpowder apocalypse
when all they wanted was ‘a smoke’

I tread all along the road, thinking I am doing well,
when in fact I was heading to hell with average intentions.

I set bombs ticking under straw houses
when all they wanted was a heart to call ‘home’

I spit snake-like venom against all I know
to stop them melting into my skin

I confess to saints and monsters alike
but when they hold up the mirror, I am the sin

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