Sin Seekers In the Sympathectomy Slum Souks

There is no world without sins It is written so The birth of humanity was the first sin Sinning flowed like lava from the mountain tops Sinners and sins The world to some may seem dark and grim Floral looks the most beautiful and virgin when is dying Exquisite and exotic before petals fall crying There are the ones who defend deplorable beliefs Instead they should see the autumn, the colors of the leaf They speak so as to be heard, to have the last word They are the sinners whom really seem the most absurd There is no god, no god that you know It’s in your head you see, and thoughts melt with the snow Yet sinners march on, carrying crosses and crescents Sadly their religion is the religion of peasants Sinners Sin Some drink tea, some drink gin There is upon us this ray of slim hope Seeking enlightenment that comes not from the book