We’re born with a hunger for happiness,
Our sins mandate what we crave,
We’re made from the sins of others,
By those that know not how to behave,
We’ve birthed monster and angels alike,
Simply by being who we are or want to be,
We sin on flesh and bear our hearts,
Then wonder what we did to each other,
Die when reality meets circumstance of sin,
As our elders say “pain builds character”,
Character at this rate is based on threshold,
Our character is nothing but a wall built over another,
Layers of cracks and lessons both desired and despaired,
Our character is the experience beneath the flesh,
for our flesh is nothing but the desire of another’s sin.
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