Sin, sin everywhere
oh, who in the hell cares.
We all have done it
even those who say they're
strictly against it.
Without sin we'd be dull
all behaving and supposedly
doing what he says from up above.
Yet what of the one below, he too has an
heir to the throne.
So the one above, against the one
below who does the suffering those
who are the ones in between
both above and below.
(2006)
(Dedicated to my guilt)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem