Hearts only grow harderand flesh is never thin,Some are much explicitwhile others hold it in,Dare i let it layon the surface of my skin,Lest i be judgedby the color of my sin.

A man of tobacco’s smoke

is a man oppressed in vice,

Cares nothing of his temple

in whom his spirit lies,

Yet another man can feast

on blatantly baneful foods,

Not a word would be spoken

of the poison he consumes.

A man who sips his liquor

by the highlight of the moon,

Is a man so poor in judgment

and is quickening his doom,

Yet a man who drinks caffeine

at every rising sun,

Won’t acknowledge his dependence

nor vent to anyone.

A man who curses freely

and is expletive in tongue,

Is a man of lower class

and respected by none,

But a godly man may speak of those

ethnically apart,

With disdain and deprecation

yet remain in the dark.

A junkie on the street

so vile and feeble,

Has sold his self control

for a vial and a needle,

Yet we’re fine with pharmaceuticals

if bottled and labeled,

If medically insured

and legally enabled.

A man who shouts in anger

gives the darkness full control,

Moreover, he’s devoid

of all peace in his soul,

Another man can harbor hate

secretly at heart,

And can hide among the righteous

and not be set apart.

He who commits adultery

sins against his body,

His lust of the flesh

deemed forever ungodly,

But what of modern cinema?

Images and art?

He who looks at her with lust

is an adulterer at heart.

There are those who openly

give tribute to the world,

Those who sip, smoke, and swear,

and collect diamonds and pearls,

Nothing here is new

the surface is the same,

We are all of one,

We are all to blame