AN--same thing as with my other poem on this stuff: no offence meant, these'r just my views, reviews of all kinds welcome, but no trying to 'convert me', please. ('cause, honstly, even if i was ever gonna turn to a religion, it'd be Judaism, since that's how i was raised in the first place.)

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Payment due

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(thanks but no thanks, saving me is my job)

I am a sinner,
no arguments there.
(--Why argue against the truth?--)

After all,
there’s no shame in admitting my
human i m p e r f e c t i o n s.

I’m a sinner—

but.

I believe
in repaying what damage I’ve caused;
me, I, myself.
(Should not the mistaken fix their mistakes?)

“Jesus died for your sins.”

I wonder how he knew
which sins I’d commit;
(would he still take the fall for me
if I was the kind of person
sought out in hell’s advertisements?)

He died for sins, and in return
those sinners are willing to be
e v e r l o y a l.

Fine.

But me, for my transgressions,
the payment is still due.
I won’t take that easy-road excuse
and say my sins are healed,
so I’m forever h.e.a.v.e.n-b.o.u.n.d

(See, I’d feel only empty—
a fake
dodging from my deserved punishment divine.)

And, anyway, I’d like to know:
how could he die for mine?
I doubt he knew me; I was a few thousand years
too late
upon the scene.

Jesus died for sins—respectful.
But the explanation for mine, I have yet to give.

Because:
I am a sinner,
and I’ll deal with my sins.

(You can’t take what’s mine, darling, so I’ll just suffer what’s in store)