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Sins
‘Tis through God’s grace we're able to withstand
inane commissions of the human mind.
We question why but never understand
then search for answers that we’ll never find.
We scan our thoughts where evil bides within
and wonder where inside our goodness dwells.
We search in vain for causes of our sin
and pray to God divinity prevails.
To reason why is but a conscious fault
that binds our scruples to a moral heart,
where questions why forever will be sought,
though never letting clarity impart.
Be not dismayed, the answer is at hand
as innocence receives the mark of man.
Book: This War of Sons
Chapter 6: Moscow
This poem is in reference to the Holocaust in WWII
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Mark Massey
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