Doing The Ultimate Sin

in doing the ultimate sin
of the flesh
God watches in the patience
of one who understands
how is it to be human
to be frail
and to be repetitive of
of the same sin
over and over again

God understands.
Man always repeats himself
like history

in statue silence
conscience stabs

but how careless
is man, unafraid of the consequences

to the gates of hell
with a band, the multitudes march

oh! you are saved,
how lonely could you be?

one? two? three?
yes, not four.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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