Just thought I would throw out a few ideas every now and then so please don't think too critically about my stuff, most of it will be first drafts and unchecked or edited etc.
This is a tad odd, and very poorly written, but it is my first poem for here. Basically an attack on the definition of a sinner. [Tristitia is the latin for an old from of the sin 'sloth', which involves being sad and uneasy, and distracted from God]
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