Sinners So Sly (Poem)

Sinners so slick

Sinners so slow

Sinners so slimmed in mindset, they don't know

What they do

What they preach

What they utter

Will put them in harm's grasp

Stick them in a sea of clutter

See they roam so sickly

Rotten and bare

Smiles graced cunningly

With unrighteous care

The influence sends down many souls

Down in the lake of fire

In the heat of fire

In the hell of fire

And they wipe their hands clean

And they move onto to the next one

And they have constant desire

Their triumph seems never ending

Their power is so strong

So wickedly long

So wickedly wrong

And then...

Then they pass

No chance to strike back

His hand smacks

His hand attacks

His hand makes them crack

See their might crumble

Crumble into what it always was

Nothing