American Sin
This poem came about around two years ago. And it has stayed with me for longer. It's just my view on our wonderful country. At times. Not the whole of it, but some things.... anywho. Hope you're all in for a long one.
Walking through the mud and filth
Reminise on times before
Not now, I can't, I must move on
And reach forbidden doors
The Angel said "I send you out
Onto the factory."
And lest the angel told me wrong,
He has guided Heaven to me
Feet stuck inside the mud
I knocked and came to wait.
Then came to me, the man in black
Whispering to me "You have come late."
Of all the things that could have been,
I saw inside a blackened sky
I saw the fire in this big machine
Beginning to see the Angel's lie
I saw he sent me here to die
To bury my soul six feet below
But I turned towards the shattering sound
Of sinful lives and broken souls...
Beyond this wall before me
On the other side, they marched
The pounding steps I heard
Ran shivers through my spine
And I heard the voices sing
Scream, and scream, and scream, and sing
Not even I could stop this time
For as I listened to them leave
The man in black said "Face your fate
And pay the price for greed and hate!"
He grasped my sleeve and threw me down
My head and blood upon the ground
"Only God could save you now,
But faith and time have been your loss.
And for the sins that you have made
You shall suffer eternal costs."
I begged, cried, wept for mercy
For God's blessing, or a certain deal
But my destiny had been marked
And my place in hell was sealed
He brought me o'er, beyond the wall
Past smoke, into the machine within
And I saw in awe, but complete dismay
All the sinners were American.
The man shoved me into line
And I cried and cried for the longest time
For among those lives thrown into the throng
I felt like I belonged
(And I couldn't believe God had the nerve
To whisper "You get what you deserve!")
I finally realized, soon enough
Maybe I am this messed up
And all that time I nurtured my sin,
I wasted what I could have been
The gates have just been opened wide
Both to Satan and the one in my mind
I finally realized, soon enough
That I am really this messed up
I have come to be the rotten filth
That only our whole lives could tell
With my sin, singing "I am an American",
I marched my way to Hell.
American Sin.
Walking through the mud and filth
Reminise on times before
Not now, I can't, I must move on
And reach forbidden doors
The Angel said "I send you out
Onto the factory."
And lest the angel told me wrong,
He has guided Heaven to me
Feet stuck inside the mud
I knocked and came to wait.
Then came to me, the man in black
Whispering to me "You have come late."
Of all the things that could have been,
I saw inside a blackened sky
I saw the fire in this big machine
Beginning to see the Angel's lie
I saw he sent me here to die
To bury my soul six feet below
But I turned towards the shattering sound
Of sinful lives and broken souls...
Beyond this wall before me
On the other side, they marched
The pounding steps I heard
Ran shivers through my spine
And I heard the voices sing
Scream, and scream, and scream, and sing
Not even I could stop this time
For as I listened to them leave
The man in black said "Face your fate
And pay the price for greed and hate!"
He grasped my sleeve and threw me down
My head and blood upon the ground
"Only God could save you now,
But faith and time have been your loss.
And for the sins that you have made
You shall suffer eternal costs."
I begged, cried, wept for mercy
For God's blessing, or a certain deal
But my destiny had been marked
And my place in hell was sealed
He brought me o'er, beyond the wall
Past smoke, into the machine within
And I saw in awe, but complete dismay
All the sinners were American.
The man shoved me into line
And I cried and cried for the longest time
For among those lives thrown into the throng
I felt like I belonged
(And I couldn't believe God had the nerve
To whisper "You get what you deserve!")
I finally realized, soon enough
Maybe I am this messed up
And all that time I nurtured my sin,
I wasted what I could have been
The gates have just been opened wide
Both to Satan and the one in my mind
I finally realized, soon enough
That I am really this messed up
I have come to be the rotten filth
That only our whole lives could tell
With my sin, singing "I am an American",
I marched my way to Hell.
American Sin.