We are the sinners who are born with sin
And our very first sin is the act of being born itself
We come out of 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.”
Be we never even 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
