Sin Contest Entry

The feathered dove calls out my name,
He warns of darkness left untamed,
He speaks a story, not untold,
About a heart that grew so cold,
It made all man fall into sin,
Vines of death now grow within
The souls of those who do not see
This horrid vision; tyranny.
The serpent's charm, this woeful song,
His chant's been sung for far too long.
The poison falls from bitter lips,
And kills the ones who try to dip,
Their tounges into his deadly rot,
No potion brewed in any pot,
Can cure this curse of hate and wrath,
And stop the fate set on this path;
The one we set on long ago;
This one made by the pungent foe.

Has hope been lost for all mankind?
Will sin and life forever bind
The hearts of all born to the earth -
Their souls have blackened since their birth.
Our lives are darkened by the night -
Will we ever win this fight?

But wait, here comes a tiny sheep
His wool as white as snow banks deep;
He walks towards the lashing beast
His task ahead, to be the feast.
His life he'll give, this sacrifice,
So all may live a sinless life.
Free from lust that tamed our hearts,
From this death, we now can part;
But only if we follow Him,
Can we be freed from wretched sin.

Now we may choose the path we walk -
The way we live, the way we talk.
And if you walk beside the lamb,
You will not march with the condemned.
So on which path will you now trod?
The devil's or the one with God?