Sinful by nature


Unfaithful heart that you are,
You bring me nothing worth dying for.
Unfaithful ears that you are,
You tune me into sweet but deadly,sinful musics.
Unfaithful lips that you are,
You bring me shame and worthless things of the earth.
Unfaithful...
Sinful nation that we are,
Our fathers hands worked in agony.
Now we seat and eat of the fruit,
There is no pay back.
We eat now,
We pay later.
It's the fruit of the vine that you have taken from.
Sinful nation that we are,
Unfaithful till the bitter end.

Yah.. i like this poem... i have one almost like it...

good one. thanks skipbeat