0 The Tale of a Sinner

In days turn to mist and confuse me everyday
I know where I am at and I know what I could say
2 worlds (heaven and earth) one god
He is the planter we are the sod

Birds chirp and scream for somebody to hear their words
Their screams are like spears and their chirping hurt like swords
They cry out
Day in and day out
Waiting for somebody to hear their cries
Trying to open people to their sins and their lies
The birds are prophets telling people to turn from their ways
But alas they fall on the Devils Trays

I sit down and wait
For my fiery fate
To creep up and unfold
Through my time of fear
My fiery fate is near
And now my fate is told
But when Jesus came down
With golden clothes and a shining crown
My sins were washed away
He held my hand
Then made me understand
How to love and pray
During that night
He opened my sight
To people in need
He gave me my tools
And a guideline with rules
Then sent me out to spread the Seed

We are the artists of creation and the fortune-telling of life
Using happiness through mere human strife
We are painters of perfection and the musicians muse
Sewing and signaling the ignition and lighting the minds fuse
Creators of hope and bringers of sadness
Poets help uproot sanity’s madness
Wiser than a pope, quicker than a deer
The words we use are crystal clear
We are the sight of insight
The holders of the dictionary’s power
We protect the creative world by the hour

He opened my eyes/ and put hearing to my ears
He broke my hellish ties/ and vanquished all my fears
He made me his child/, his dear son
My heart is now restyled/and his miracles have just begun
He saved me from the devil/he killed the ferocious death
He went down to our level/and made his blood a bequeath
He saved me from this fiery fate/my former future down the road
He opened his gate/ to his humble abode


I wonder what I became
Over this past year
Should be filled with shame
Or should I not even shed a tear
I am troubled by my actions
And my fits of rage
Should I turn from the holy factions?
Or go on and turn to the next page
Evil and good toss about
Clashing till my passing
Should I turn from the faith, which I’m devout?
Or cast the evil away with fasting
However as I think about this
There’s something that comes up
Everyone has good and evil in them
It just matters who wants eternal bliss
And the ones who doesnt want to wake up

--Noah H., 16