The Sinner

Poem By alexandre arnau

i folded my hands down
knowing g*d wouldn't hear
so i took my prayers back
and took a dirt road home
dreaming of a girl
with the autumn hair
while twilight falls
like sin from my hand

crows cry omens
from behind falling leaves
while i carve out my destiny
with a rusted blade
and i have run beyond
the wants of men
fallen from the grace
of g*d's hand

so i will kiss my love
under the hangman's tree
all i have done
is all that i am
and it's now all between
the earth and me
my hand is steady
but my heart is blind
so the light of g*d
can't lead me
back home

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