Realizations

Realizations-Stella D’Vine

I am never consciously aware of my decisions.

Then again who does?

We are all committing sins like demented idiots.

Never stopping to see who we have thrown our shit to.

It’s ever a miracle we haven’t turned in on each other.

While I am constantly under watch, it does not stop me from falling in the grease.

Grease that has purposely been placed by temptation himself.

Temptation, a divine being that enjoys to corrupt even the loyal Christian.

Aren’t we all sorry imitations of the children of god?

We are taught that committing a sin will earn you a ticket to hell.

Then if that is true aren’t we all bound to go to hell?

Sins are forever stamped in our contract.

No amount of holy water will be able to erase such deeds.

And it is only a realization.

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