Written by @linzo
A cover coveted, deprived of its holly crown,
mired in original sin, on its way down.
A trail of deception, in flames so hot,
an inferno to scare on a simmering pot.
A market in full brawl to cover our sins,
for all to see causing a scene.
A lie told in threes to fit the holy trinity,
of thought, lie and covet; in a unity.
A gathering of priests to sermon desolate souls,
for heaven’s gates not hell’s flaming scrolls.
A mountain so high to carry the law,
in commandments so many we live to grow.
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