No one is to blame because I made my own bed

then laid in it while resting in the arms of my unforgivable Sin

I crossed the river just to find that the grass on the other side was never green

I stared at Sin profoundly as I saw thy reflection of mine ever so keen

on reading his seductive eyes scripted in lust like a book never meant to be read

Thus thy hunger of temptation is now fully feed.

Dead deceit that once stripped naked my faith

in dishonourable shame of it’s slumber

Burning cages of fire eager for my arrival

as the heavenly sky roared like thunder

Sinner Sinned by Sin.