We are the sinners who are born with sin
And our very first sin is the act of being born itself.
We come from the womb
Already cloaked in the smell of dingy bars,
Our flesh already bearing a sinners mark.
Psalms 58:3 says
“The wicked are estranged from the womb;
These who speak lies go astray from birth.”
We never had a path to stray from.
We are born knowing that no one has paved the way for us,
And we must tear through this world making our own sidewalks.
Sidewalks that lead us cloudy rooms,
A haze covering forgetful touches
Because the people touching forget we’re people too.
And we forget we’re people.
We’d rather be that lamp,
A couch,
Anything is easier than being human.
But out sinning tongues are never quite silent,
We never quite accept our defeat.
We gather as a family
So we can read bad poetry,
And listen to sad stories,
And drink way too much coffee
Because out circadian cycles have never been quite right.
Together we share the same bruises that the earth has given us,
It has always been our birthright to bear them.
We are an honorable group of misfits,
Toasting our victories with coffee cups full of liquor
And mourning our losses in exactly the same way.
We take society’s silver spoons
And heat them for an escape,
Then morph them into swords to use
When fighting the war against war
Because we have tasted the bitterness of injustice,
Taken a bite of the forbidden fruit.
And we see that there’s more to living than a heartbeat,
And so we spend the rest of our lives chasing life.
Chasing a life that a sinner was never supposed to have
But what these sinners are choosing to want.
And we as a group with nothing to lose,
Can take the world in our shaking hands.