Sinful Poem by Dan Uriel

Sin is never disputed. I mean blood, fire. But my sin is something else, little one thing. Like a miser, his gold is gone, I seek this sin. I left a mother for her, although my heart is not hard

t is only from this sin that I know who hates who loves who can I punch in my neck if I have to and who is respected Here's how to list others: it is rich
poor. But five I don't give six: sin is only mine. And if I finally find it, sure it is worth neither boo nor torment

And maybe I'd see someone out with eyes, warm would indicate so much: They are here and you are no stranger
... But it may be, my sin is childish and one thing is very. Then the world will be small and I let it play. Because I don't believe in God and if there is, don't worry about me I'll dissolve myself Sin is undoubted