Lonely Heart
When the world returns, to menial life, please forgive my sins, for within my chest, strife, but still i sing your hymns.
King sparo
A bio of the king sparo sins i was born i always craved power. i was poor and lived in a crummy shack with my sister and it was a hard time.
Eveyln, Evelyn
There you sit, tears in your eyes, evelyn, do not cry for my suffring, for my dame, for what ive done, troubles caused by my sin. but you, evelyn, you can still live, you can live for both of us. so live for me. but now, i must go.
Chestnut
These transgressions you clean with open palm, converting sins from red to purest white, cover iniquity in righteous balm, to quell the anxious heart that strikes on sight.
Reach to the Heights, Light Overcomes
Can't recover without a hand helping but will lift again self-assured and fight for soul dying and the being living, recovering from strikes thrown by the sin; mentality lost and spirit sold cheap.
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in my soul, boiling my mind like the meat it has been, useless like matrimony, sin.
Journey of the Wind
Claws will shape the mountains my body's bones to life give birth i am bird, most full of wonder be i phoenix, or just dove my wings will carry messages of patience, of my love ask me not for your salvation nor for forgivness of your sins
Hard To Love
Floor for which we look and shut the door it was so hard to just give in their love for each other deep within he stopped to look into his eyes the young man sad began to cry "i love you so much" the one man said "i'm truly scared is this a sin
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 8
Killing our own is a terrible sin, but i would gladly damn my soul to hell if it meant i could spare those i love from those who only know how to hate. and yes, i love you, ander.
Chapter 15: Shirdan's Resolution
The yellow dragon was relieved for a chance to atone his sin, but he still couldn't deny the fact that ceroz was his original self.
Topheth, A Poem
Cold lips will part to take, seasoned warmth for your sake, before fingers meet new skin, under disguise from all sin. cultivated like a rose, winding down with a pose; it is here they cannot steal, your daily chance to mend and heal.
poem: innocence
,,,,, if it was it was what it could it be it wasn't what i thought it be black and white with no grey there is no innocence its all tainted all sinned evil and no good to be within there no innocence we are loss in corruption