Followed by the shadow of your sin,
you give chase, but you’ll never win.
The mistakes of your past run quick,
and like a conniving serpent they’re slick.
They’ll do anything to claim you;
to control, manipulate, and maim you.
You tell the shadows that they’re worth it.
Promise the sins that you need them to live.
You embrace your weakness, buy up the lie,
swallow your miserable, torturous life
Say you are helpless,
to claim strength when you deny.
Eat of the apple, block out the name,
play the dangerous philosophical game.
Pledge yourself to the depths of sorrow,
accept today’s heaven buys hell tomorrow.
© Hannah Truelove
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