Burning Out

Forgive me, for I have sinned..

I have committed acts of lust

I have committed acts of hatred

I have committed acts of theft

I have committed acts of homosexuality

I have committed acts of pride

I have committed acts of greed

I have committed acts of gluttony

I have committed acts of lying

I have committed acts of being agnostic

I have committed acts of feeling suicidal

And here I stand on two feet

Waiting to be struck down

To burn, to live an eternity in Hell

I may be a sinner, but won’t my good deeds in this mortal life do anything for me in the afterlife?

Will I stand at the gates of Heaven, and fall into the fiery pits of hell

Simply because of my sins?

If I am told not to sin, I will sin

If I am told not to lie, I will lie

If I am told not to lust, I will lust

If I am told not to have pride, I will have pride

For fear of curiosity, I will burn.

Burn like the fire that once stayed lit in my heart

But this fire is burning out

Burning. Burning out. 

(This is not to be turned into a religious debate. I do not want to hear about god, or have any arguments started based solely on this poem I wrote. This is strictly poetry. Please respect that.)