by Melody Bish

Created on: April 16, 2011

Looking in the mirror, I know I am wrong

I did everything I was taught to be bad; almost evil

All with the face of an angel

Information entrusted with me was not safe

I said, "Of course, I'll destroy it" but held, like gold,

the combination to quench my desire.

Raised to be honest, loyal and faithful

I was none

What had I become?

Satan doesn't always play the snake

Sometimes he's a nagging voice, explaining the ease with which we can disappoint the ones who created us:

Our Lord, Our Parents; the ones who would never lead us into harm.

And that is what it is has come to; I sinned

Not for the first time; we are sinners all

But I sinned in a way which frightened me; it was too easy

And I never called it "sin," until finally the stop sign arose.

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