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.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doing-the-ultimate-sin/
