National Poetry Month Day 28: Original Sin

Today’s prompt was original sin, and this is what I wrote.

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Original Sin

The false-faced, false-tongued
Tragic sin of pride
And turn your blind eye
past the souls that died

Hypocrite mourning
when eyes turn on you
But the stain of sin
always sticks like glue

Forged faith won’t hide
your selfish misdeed
Lies are not your mask
and your sin will bleed

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