Sins of The Holy, a poem by Luiz Syphre at
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Sins of The Holy

Sins of The Holy

written by: Luiz Syphre



love above
six feet below
in mourning doves
cages out of

all wear black gloves
for this young love
21 both short of

go far my dears
not old enough
to go buy beer

baby appeared
grab your gear
go out the rear
no wedlock here

in front of them
let go of then
remember when
go honor friends

the likes of us
we strive for them
yet murdered gems

walked out on friends
we can’t resend
the time we spent
at all pretend
that this we mend

tragic end
can’t comprehend
or sins defend
their life extend

now three ascend
a child Godsend
and her parents

what bitter end
this what we wend
to sinners penned
kids descent

the time we spent
now complained
the tears we rained
of guilt our stain
gave them our pains

memories to blame
carry their chains
’til we fall drained

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