in doing the ultimate sin <br />of the flesh <br />God watches in the patience <br />of one who understands <br />how is it to be human <br />to be frail <br />and to be repetitive of <br />of the same sin <br />over and over again <br /> <br />God understands. <br />Man always repeats himself <br />like history <br /> <br />in statue silence <br />conscience stabs <br /> <br />but how careless <br />is man, unafraid of the consequences <br /> <br />to the gates of hell <br />with a band, the multitudes march <br /> <br />oh! you are saved, <br />how lonely could you be? <br /> <br />one? two? three? <br />yes, not four.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doing-the-ultimate-sin/
