.....We are born to a world of sin....

...Where sadistic little fantasies, and perverted small pleasures,
...Walk hand in hand with immorality, which lies buried like lost treasures,
...In the shadows where we keeps it, not in books or on ledgers,
...So that no one knows how frequent, we need to act like beggars,
...Or that anyone can see fit, how we resort to desperate measures,
...When an egos need another fix, to feed a clandestine leisure...

.....We grew up to a world of sin.....

...Were we became the bliss to some desires, that comes from needing souls,
...So we fuel and dance through lustful fires, as we surrender all control,
...But soon the sodomy becomes more dire, as the elation never holds,
...We begin to aim much higher, than wat reality will toll,
...And only then' will we retire, once the fires dies out cold...

.....We are a world of sin.....

...We became the little secrets, that haunts our children’s dreams,
...Our actions cut a deepness, that muffles out their screams,
...Yet we never dare to see it, or how destructive it may seem,
...How our desires refuse to ease or quit, because only satisfaction can set us free,
...But satisfaction only last for a bit, before another fix we need...

.....”Sinplified”.....

...We tune our lives to accord our needs, as to justify our secret desires,
...Ordained transgressions becomes the creed, that simplify our sins still prior,
...Yet all we achieved was to spawn a breed, that mutated to something more dire,
...We set a trend with a standard greed, that lust is something much higher,
...And to will the command, will set our souls free, which still chained to more waiting desires,
...Carved out in each of our ancestry tree, lies the written pages of the sins we attire.

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Theuns de Bruyn