Sin


That delicious taste of danger
Where we falter
Sometimes waver
Always grasping for desire
Moving closer to the fire
Never caring in the end
What rules we break or bend
For fate will always come
Long before our senses numb
From knowing that we gain
Only pleasure
Never pain
And house our hearts in guilt
That we know will only build
Still we seek
the gold and fame
Drawing closer to the flame
But we shrug
We don't think twice
Because deep down
We crave that slice
Of the hint of danger
That lies within
The inevitable, little
Evil sin.

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