Sin?

Your sins 

Connected to the colour your skin

Your crimes

Attached to your local clime. 

Your love

Extends to only you and yours 

Your hate 

To everyone else, therefore. 

The skull cap you wear, 

The cross you bear, 

The rudraksh you hold,

Your soul is yet sold. 

Denounce everything, 

That you do not understand 

Condemn all, 

That opposes your  chosen brand 

The only name, 

That’s written on your sand, 

Must be yours, 

And yours alone. 

Your God, 

Is odd. 

In that he calls for the blood. 

Of everything that he creates. 

Your goddess, 

She waits, 

Till it’s too late, 

To stop the screams of fate. 

None to save 

Only a path to pave. 

To drown all life, 

The good and the brave.