Sinful Mundane

Written by d116v. Posted in Uncategorized

When the moon loses the battle with a city
The sun is covered by the smog of fleshly complaints
The artificial light shines, the human race whines
We continue life in sin, yet we keep asking why
It’s like we see in black and gray
We allow depression to take our lives,
And then expect God to stay.

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