Wages Of Sin Poem by JAY EMM

i should pay
for my sins
for the unsealed innocence
for the honey
i swindled from the hives

for the sacred unions
i placed apart
for the braziers
i secretly tore apart


for the pints
i did shed
for the skins
i forced cuts

for the fruits
i plucked in darkness
for the plants
i had to uproot

for the souls
i did rest
for the hearts
i caused tremors

for my galore crimes
like the crucified thief
i demand gallows
wages of sin
death
they say.