The Sinner's Friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the darker side of the path.

Submitted: July 11, 2011

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Submitted: July 11, 2011

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From the mist that shrouds me,
By the path I take,
My goal is not fake,
To most certainly be.

My resolve stands strong
As a widow's grip,
I don't fear the whip,
I am not wrong.

To walk the path that has been set,
To go along, into the net.
We are not free,
Nor ever shall be,
We are predetermined,
By a greater fate.

My kin, do you believe
We shall ever grieve,
About the way
We were meant to pay?

The sinners blood,
The pool of mud,
The falcon's claw,
Heald all in awe.

The trivial things,
The sparrows wings,
All give our lives meaning,
Set each of us free.

Listen close to get it right,
It matters not,
Which path is light.
Just remember, that in the end,
There is no such thing,
as the sinners friend.


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