Sins Of The Past Poem by Julius Saidu
Sins Of The Past
They hunt more
More scary than deer devil
Those moments with sorry now
They are never satisfied
Give the regrets
Still, they are never enough
It never justifies the good now
More cries
Most of regrets
They never even quench the surface dust
The dirt of sins in times late ago
You fell
Now you rise
Still a failure so it says
Sins of the past
You fell, black with dirt
Still a rot
So it claims
Sins of the past
Which way the mind dreams
What it says
Black is black
It never change
So it says
The rains never changes
Sin is sin
No cleansing
When it's done
You will still be crying for it
Sins of the past
Hunter of the present
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7/21/2025 1:35:04 AM # 1.0.0
They never even quench the surface dust The dirt of sins in times late ago You fell Now you rise....Past is past. develop the ability to see past as past which will never come again. live in the present moment in utter peace....... with out falling again into sin. a fine poem which makes the reader think a lot. tony