Stamps of SinA Poem by ChelseaThe title says it all!Stamps
of Sin Humanity marches One foot in front of the other Boots stamping out a rhythm That seems to never break Troop, troop, troop Humanity marches In rows of single file Along a path of wrongs That never seems to be cleansed Troop, troop, troop Humanity marches The line broken As quarrel breaks out A routine that seems to be a given Troop, troop, troop Humanity marches Clothed in sin Breathing in filth Troop, troop, troop © 2011 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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