Sinners On The Run

The mind, synthetic diamond,
Seduced by sinners on the run,
Makes a refuge of stale shadows
Cast by judgements from one sun.

The heart, malfeasant mechanism,
Bound to sinners on the run
Seeking solace from the bright,
Beguiling prizes they have won.

The soul, valorous vapor,
Vanquished by those sinners on the run,
Re-writes horrors into memories
Of tiny hands held to loaded guns.

Sinners On The Run

Sock it to me

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