Sin is deceptive sugar~
Very sweet one moment,
Very bitter the next.
Sin has a short shelf-life;
It spoils too soon,
It leaves me so blue.
I love the taste of sin;
While I’m sinning, but~
Its aftertaste is repugnant.
Ever notice how sin steals joy;
Takes a sledgehammer to peace;
And multiplies anxieties and despair?
But sin is just dynamite!
To our relationship with God;
It cuts through that, like butter.
Sometimes I can’t get enough,
One thing leads to another,
So much sugar makes me delirious!
Coursing violently through my veins~
So exciting, it just makes me shake,
Possessing me like a strange creature.
It takes me to the mountaintop,
Then it throws me off a cliff~
Deceptive sugar makes me crazy!
It makes me so sick, I just wish I could retch~
Will nothing halt my sweet self-destruction?
Yes, shame comes up, as the nausea that I need.
Exposing all these things for what they are~
Sin is the sugar that feeds, as it devours,
Wasting our lives, by the minute and by the hour.