Sinner
you seem to reside
in your own eye
forbid you ever die
you always win the guy
but now and then your cry
from all who seem to pry
and leave you to decide
just how to describe
yet another lie
so you continue to dive
deeper into crime
that builds up in time
making you look dry
till slowly your rise
with the others of your tribe
to a place you'll all be fried
and never to retire
from the torture of fire
