A Burning Thought: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
"A Burning Thought"
Sin,
it’s the fuel of the world,
sin becomes strong,
sin becomes beautiful,
sin becomes right and righteous becomes wrong.
Fuel for the world, fuel for the people who walk in the dark blinded by the covering hands of Old Nick him self.
He lights the world on fire and watches all the spiritsburn,
a fuel that weakens the mind andtakes the pure away from the heart.
Sin, burns like a hot blue light in the night sky feeding off the impuissant's of those who flock to it like moths to a flame, it has no feelings and no regards for young life, just your soul kindle to the flames of this world.
By John McKinley Pride Jr.
Sin,
it’s the fuel of the world,
sin becomes strong,
sin becomes beautiful,
sin becomes right and righteous becomes wrong.
Fuel for the world, fuel for the people who walk in the dark blinded by the covering hands of Old Nick him self.
He lights the world on fire and watches all the spiritsburn,
a fuel that weakens the mind andtakes the pure away from the heart.
Sin, burns like a hot blue light in the night sky feeding off the impuissant's of those who flock to it like moths to a flame, it has no feelings and no regards for young life, just your soul kindle to the flames of this world.
By John McKinley Pride Jr.
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