Every life begins in sin
Every soul a prisoner of debt within
Every act an exercise of treason
Every thought of darkness to appease them .
Every people a carbon copy, every soul a slave that mocks me.
Every birth a tragedy unfolds
Every union and covenant, a poison un-scrolled.
Every life begins in the pit,
and every truth of cowardly wit.
Every page in all their books, taints the memories of all who look.
So where can I find the crooked made straight,
And where will I find which no man abates?
Show me that place where the scapegoat was hung, and sing me no more of your feel good songs.
Show me a place where wisdom cries,
and show me the place where no sin abides.
Show me the place where the death toll began, then show me the life that put an end to my sin.
where can it end where sin did begin?
Does it meet someone greater to give pardon within.
Does the pit and the prisoner both meet their end,
and the soul of the slave find its freedom again.