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Plastic Sin

Plastic Sin

It's funny to wonder aloud what people in our broken society find meaning and happiness in
Some run amok trying to bring joy to others
While others ostracize themselves and find joy within
The biggest source I've noticed our desolate race derive pleasure from is that from the ironically short lived life of sin
Sin does not care who you are or where you're from
Sin does not care what you're doing or what you've done
It only cares that you are enveloped inside it's twisted blanket of destruction
Burning down crosses and relationships in the wake of a pursuit of pleasure
A mixture of greed and lies and pain; there's never been a sicker concoction
And if this sin slanders my name like tar
Then my license is blacker beyond any measure

Sin is the most unbiased thing on the earth you see
It's looks to be comprised of all colors, sexes, classes, and morals to me
It does not care if you seem impervious to pain
Nor does it care if your skin is charred black
Or bright white like cocaine
No! It shreds through every creed and color
It's tongue is universal and can speak to the masses
To the "saints" and the sinners
To the church kids and the bastards

No one can escape it's reach
There's no wall it cannot breach
And the f*ck*rs who say they are untouched are usually the very ones who have been accomplices to the number 1 criminal in the world
It's claimed more lives than religion they say
But to me, religion is just sin with a gold paint covering
Just a pathetic attempt to falsify the reality and hide behind a fantasy
That we really are "good" people
As long as we read a book inside a steeple
It doesn't matter if we see the "light" or not
As long as we stay in line with this list of rules
We will ascend upwards and resist ending hot
Sin has many hidden minions; an endless list of tools
Used to tear down our psyche and build us up out of filth
Society embraces it, screaming out "do what makes you, YOU!"
Then turns it back to any individual who stands out from the crowd who is actually living out a life that holds true
We are surrounded by these teeth whitened bastards who have more green than personality
All they care about is vanity and formality

Keeping straight-backed posture while attempting to bow low for these gods of sex, drugs, greed, money, fame, Fame, FAME!
"Lets make ourselves known!
If you're a 'nobody' then only you are to blame!
Sorry only a few of us know you, so go play in the corner with your shame
You aren't plastic like us you see that's how you win this whole game
We are the best of the baddest
We've never heard of feeling sadness
All we feel is "fun" and how awesome our past life is
You'll never stop us we are flying high
And we will flourish like this 'til the day we die!"
If that's what life is then God take me swiftly and painless
Everything these plastic people live for on this tarnished earth is worthless
Impressing the sheep gets you nowhere when they are running towards the wolf
While the shepherd weeps silently
Playing the role of a loving father

All I can say is, stay plastic while you can
Live it up while you can
Pursue your pleasure while you can
Just know this fact and listen to the enlightenment that I got
The place your destiny is leading you
Has a climate that for plastic, is way too hot.
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Submitted on August 14, 2016

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Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 3,276
Words 620
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 11, 9, 17, 15, 6

Daniel Slack

Born in Ventura, CA currently residing in Oregon City, OR. 18 years young. Love spending my time outdoors and playing sports. Caught in a stumble between poverty and my inheritance. Ephesians 6:7-8 more…

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