The sins we often regret are the sins we never commit.
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7 Deadly Sins
7 seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
Thats when the fun begins
(seven deadly sins)
(sin number one) was when you left me
(sin number two) you said goodbye
(sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie
Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out aroung the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)
(sin number four) was when you looked my way
(sin number five) was when you smiled
(sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why
Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
(seven deadly sins)
Seven deadly sins
Thats how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)
song performed by by George Harrison
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our Sins
Our sins are leading us away from the truth!
Our sins are causing all the troubles in this world,
Our sins are bringing about all these wars around us,
Our sins have torn us apart from love! !
And, we now hate each other in this world.
Glabal warming! !
And, it is all because of our sins;
Our sins have really destroyed everything around us.
Just watch the news!
Just listen to your neihbour!
Just look around you!
Just see how much hatred is being expressed among us!
Our sins have torn us apart from love.
Scenes, sins!
Of the scenes of life full of many troubles;
All in the name of our sins.
The Creator, whose Original Name is Yahweh,
Created us all with true love in many colours;
But, our sins have led us to hate each other on this earth.
Famine, disaster, sickness, accident, drought!
And all the global warming seen around us;
Are all caused by our sins because,
We failed to follow the Laws of Yahweh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Confessing Sins
when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,
to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,
or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,
and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back
your sins are the same as mine'
what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oer my Sins Thou sit and moan...
Oer my Sins Thou sit and moant
Hast thou no Sins of thy ownt
Oer my Sins thou sit and weept
And lull thy own Sins fast asleept
What Transgressions I commit
Are for thy Transgressions fit
They thy Harlots thou their Slave
And my Bed becomes their Grave
Poor pale pitiable form
That I follow in a Storm
Iron tears and groans of lead
Bind around my akeing head
And let us go to the highest downs
With many pleasing wiles
The Woman that does not love your Frowns
Will never embrace your smiles
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Who eats lying on his side will commit ten sins, who eats lying on his back will commit seven sins.
To Believe A Lie
To tell a lie is a sin to us all
Is that so hard to understand,
But to believe that lie, it is a sin to GOD,
And for that you surely will be damned.
You will be cursed, upon this earth
For believing that or any untruth
And spreading that lie, which GOD would deny
Would be placing good food, with rotten fruit.
To believe a lie, I would just pity you
When you know that the truth is out there
But it is path you chose, on a saddened road
So I pity you, with a thought and a prayer.
When you tell one lie, from deep inside
Your soul it will rot and it will rebel
But when you believe that lie, and never ask why
You will be taking a second step closer into hell.
To tell a lie is an evil in its deed
But to believe it, it is that much worst
Your spreading the lying as you soul is dying
And upon you will placed a terrible curse.
To believe a lie and spread it as truth
Is to cause suffering and unwanted pain
You wont be worthy to live with GODs glory
And GOD will not know you by your name.
To tell a lie, it is a forgivable sin
We have read or heard that once before
But to believe a lie and spread it has truth
You will be knocking upon Hells door.
The sins that we commit or the evils we do
Can all be erased with the wave of a hand
GOD forgives all for the sins that we commit
But to spread a lie, you certainly will be damned.
When you come forward on our judgment day
And in front of GOD you and your sins will stand
Will you be forgiven for the sins, that's deep within
But to believe a lie you certainly will be damned.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A Rendezvous
Nightly I put up this humble petition:
'Forgive me, O Father of Glories,
My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
When you titivate and do the little things you never used—
It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,
Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;
Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,
But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.
Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—
They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,
And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost
On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.
But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,
And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;
You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—
But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!
And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few
Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:
Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—
And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Terrorists
The Muslim terrorists are now across the earth
They want peace prosperity happiness and mirth
Their goal is good but path is wrong
In the misled group they belong
They commit sins in exchange of sins
They mislead even innocent teens
They want to become martyrs
But they become murderers
They kill guiltless ones in the name of holy war
On Islam's beautiful face they are like a scar
poem by Asif Andalib
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Lucky Sin
Luck reminds me of sin,
Sins collect from the odour.
A fortune fades, faces do fight,
How do we describe the sins?
The luck is like gambling, a soot
From the chimney of the home.
My sins concern me, like fire and ice,
They flop, flip and fold in a paper-form,
To write books of acts and messages,
That luck writes, that sins are simpler.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Her Sins Are Not My Own
Her sins belong to her alone.
My sins are my own.
My sins are more than enough.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Osmosis between good and evil
Sins are forgotten by the sinners.
Sins are forgiven by the creator.
That is why heaven is not empty.
Sins are justified by the sinners.
Sins are allowed by the creator.
That is why hell too is not empty.
But from time to time
Osmosis takes place.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet- Things Happen For Our Good
Does not the Lord know how I do my job?
Does He not know my disadvantages?
Does He not know I can't tell lies or rob?
Does He not know I suffer as wages?
The Lord my God knows I want to be good;
He listens to my prayers albeit late;
May be, He does not do things as He should.
But He knows what is best for me till date.
What If I can't enjoy the way some do;
What if I can't commit-their kind of sins;
What If I can't the evil-spirits woo;
When God asks me, my eyes I need not wince.
There is some joy in things both good and bad;
But man in mortal sins makes Maker sad!
poem by John Celes
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The Holy Cross That Jesus Bore …
The Holy Cross set mankind free
From mortal sins of every kind,
When Jesus died upon this tree,
And paid price with His precious blood!
The flaying and abuses hurled
Left gashes deep upon His back,
With burning pain, no man can bear,
And yet, our living God does care!
And every time that Jesus fell
Reminds the weight of mankind’s sins
Became more than, He could carry,
Trudging His way to Calvary!
The nails we drove into His Hands
Were sins that God for man forbade;
Excruciating pain, they caused
As bones were broken with blood-spurt!
The crown of thorns were sins of mine
Like jealousy, ego and pride,
And vanity of kings futile,
That pierced His scalp and drew out blood!
Those desperate moments of Christ
As ebbing life and untold pain
Upon Him seized, were caused by sins
That we repeatedly commit.
Each dropp of bloody sweat that fell
From brow of head of Jesus Christ,
As shock and pain engulfed His mind
That witnessed ruthlessness of men!
The words of wisdom, Jesus spoke
Despite His sorrow-afilled heart
Are exemplary and so strange
Revealing love of God boundless.
The Holy Cross has set us free
From punishments for sins truly;
Repent, we must for each folly,
And enter Heaven’s life jolly!
Forgive us Lord for sins galore;
That we commit so stupidly,
Although we know that You detest
And fail so many times Your test.
O God of love and rod so stern!
We thank You for sending Your Son,
Who saved us all from fire of hell
‘Spare us, O Lord; Spare thy people! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-20-2009
poem by John Celes
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Forgiven, but not Forgotten
Sins are made to be forgiven but not forgotten
can be done by words or action
can be seen in citizens or normal children
In any status of life or position.
An ode for the sinners meaning an ode for us all
some may not know the consequences of sins
but that what completes us people
but i only know one thing, it gives pain.
All of us wish that it would vanish
But even though sins would be gone
the scars it will leave will still not perish
and still whats done is done.
poem by Michael Angelo Legaspi
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Sonnet: Is Earthly-life, a Purgatory?
O God, perhaps this is my purgatory!
Help me to bear my sufferings with joy;
Let pain and strife become my offertory;
Let not the devils with my soul to toy.
When trials come and tribulations too,
My face must wear a smile that never fades;
When out of habit, mortal sins I do,
Let me ignore the devils’ accolades!
Let remorse strike my plaintive heart early;
Let guilt not make me commit suicide;
Just like you can’t uncurl the curly hair,
Man sins, his actions being malafide!
Make me penitent and do my penance;
Gain forgiveness to see God’s countenance.
poem by John Celes
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How extraordinary it is that one feels most guilt about the sins one is unable to commit.
quote by V.S. Pritchett
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The role of prayers
With eraser in hand,
I am carefree to make mistakes.
With prayer in hand,
I am carefree to commit sins.
18.10.2011
With eraser in hand,
I am carefree to make mistakes.
With prayer in hand,
I am carefree to commit sins.
18.10.2011
With eraser in hand,
I am carefree to make mistakes.
With prayer in hand,
I am carefree to commit sins.
18.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fearing God
Don’t be too afraid of God
He is very good,
Be scared to commit grave sins.
poem by Asif Andalib
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