Mercuria: I owe this poem to stickler for providing motivation and inspiration. No rhyme scheme to speak of, but a rather strong meter, I think.
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Aiming for heaven but destined for hell
we can't get it right
for we're failures at heart ...
wicked we're not, but sin is our song:
everything natural, everything easy
everything simple, is wrong-
Everything lovely, everything precious
everything perfect, is wrong
It's easy for you to say no to
and appears to be just what we can't do
And what she can't help
And what he can't change-
to you it is easy, so very easy
to leave it behind, so it's wrong
No skin off your flesh, but to her it's a pound
Sin when you say so, damned 'cause you're not-
No access for me to the club
You say that you want me? You want me to grovel!
Though I'll only tread water so long-
because everything noble, everything brilliant
every which way- I'm just wrong
Is it me, my opinions, the way that I'm living
that make me inherently wrong?
I've given me morals you won't shake
but I'm setting me up, 'cause they're all fake
It's opinions that count
It's opinions, not acts-
for me it's not easy, not so-very-easy
so leave me behind; I'm all wrong
It's mercy I need, for my virtues are vice
Everything blissful, everything gracious,
everything gentle, is wrong-
And all that I do, it's unholy to you ...
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Mercuria: This is just my thoughts on the whole idea of nothing being good unless it's done in the name of the Christian god. Reviews are quite welcome.
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Aiming for heaven but destined for hell
we can't get it right
for we're failures at heart ...
wicked we're not, but sin is our song:
everything natural, everything easy
everything simple, is wrong-
Everything lovely, everything precious
everything perfect, is wrong
It's easy for you to say no to
and appears to be just what we can't do
And what she can't help
And what he can't change-
to you it is easy, so very easy
to leave it behind, so it's wrong
No skin off your flesh, but to her it's a pound
Sin when you say so, damned 'cause you're not-
No access for me to the club
You say that you want me? You want me to grovel!
Though I'll only tread water so long-
because everything noble, everything brilliant
every which way- I'm just wrong
Is it me, my opinions, the way that I'm living
that make me inherently wrong?
I've given me morals you won't shake
but I'm setting me up, 'cause they're all fake
It's opinions that count
It's opinions, not acts-
for me it's not easy, not so-very-easy
so leave me behind; I'm all wrong
It's mercy I need, for my virtues are vice
Everything blissful, everything gracious,
everything gentle, is wrong-
And all that I do, it's unholy to you ...
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Mercuria: This is just my thoughts on the whole idea of nothing being good unless it's done in the name of the Christian god. Reviews are quite welcome.