Why, Mr Sinner?
Why, why, why?
Why did you sin?
Why keep sinning?
Do you believe you’re imperfect?
For more than your perfect?
Can you tell me what the sin is?
Do you even know what it is?
Perhaps difficult? Could it be for self-interest?
Vanity, Mr Sinner.
Trying desperately to justify existence,
That’s part of the vanity.
As the Life itself,
Although only a human could invent,
Something as insipid as passionate.
You must know why.
You must know why Mr Sinner.
You must be able to know it.
You can’t sin – sin won’t save you.
Sin won’t save your healthy state.
I’ve known this, Mr Sinner.
Sin is the lead to the end.
Yes, just like that.
I stand here like you stand there,
And I’m going to say something.
I say: “Every sin has its own illness.”
If you want the war to end, sin must end.
Inspired by the Matrix Revolutions
© Ismael Mansoor