Everything we see is sin
We left our safe and animal spirit behind
Our fall from grace was the breath of god filling our lungs
When we beings of dirt became aware of our nakedness
When we first killed out of jealousy
When we built towers out of brick and farmed the land
When just being was behind us
The son showed us the way to go back
He taught us heaven was here
He taught us that our flaw wasn't who we chose to have sex with
But our ability to imbue it with guilt and punish those we deemed unworthy
I'm supposed to go back to work and type things and make spreadsheets
Instead I'm writing poetry
A small step back toward god
Being present and motivated only by my desires
End.
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