SINNER

 I am 20 steps away from purgatory, 

 and 200 steps far from the hell,

I know that heaven 

is not meant for me, because

I haven't heard the 

voice of angels or god,

and I can't offer 

any prayers, nor hymns.

I have mastered the art 

of deception, good enough

 to make you think that

am an unnamed saint.

Oh daughters of Jerusalem!

will you cry on my fall,

my sin, 

my forbidden apple?

When I kissed him 

I heard Eve cheering 

for me, and the serpent 

said "you go girl"

Alas, little did I know

what she meant..

His perfect Judas kiss,

and I:

Jesus who can't turn 

water into wine.

Jesus who can't feed

five thousand people.

Jesus who don't have 

a mother to hold tight. 

And no angels were there

when I was in the desert, 

no hand to hold.

I am empty. I am blind .

I am nothing. I am dead.

I have a kitchen match 

hid in my armpit,

a gift to Satan

a small one for his home.

What will Gabriel think 

when he see Lucifer 

hand in hand with me,

two women laughing 

and talking as though 

planning the flavor of

a wedding cake?

I should type a telegraph,

to god,immediately

may be then he will 

take pity on me!

And if I meet him

I will gift my middle finger, 

wrapped in a 

red cloth ,

a good sinner

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