It's easy to sin
But when the devil knows your dead heaven hath no remorse
To be embedded within love for love and teach youth of such force
We become preachers
But "who heals the healer"?
Who teaches the teacher
In a world of dictation we make revelations of evil temptation
Facing eachother through emptiness we become frozen in time
Contentment of Cain and able
Reluctant to change bc we fear tomorrow but have no problem holding onto yesterday
Grieving our loves through others wrong we refuse to see our sin
Everything is easy when we get it easy
But how is easy is sin?
When the outcome is the universe tearing us from within
We never sleep
We never eat
We just rest and dwell upon a misfortunate deed
The seed
