Sin & Sorrow Poem by Brian Archibald

Sin & sorrow in the air,
people dying everywhere.
The promised land has fallen,
once again.
Consuming your lies,
rejecting your faith.
No one is perfect enough,
for the world we live in today.
I am but a false hero,
among shattered dreams.
With lies passed among us,
like a disease released through a menstrual bleed.
Sin thrives in our hands,
sorrow gleams in our eyes.
Pursuing the path of perfection,
I am nothing but a resurrection.
Something done before,
to only be done again.
In a lesser land,
Without a truthful leader to believe in.
I am what I am,
in a world of 6 billion.
Sin & sorrow is in the air,
people are dying everywhere.