Paint the Sinner

They are sinners to society 

They don’t belong here

Voices from the outside 

Insults coming from the viod to our skull

We are sinner to the gods 

We can’t change 

Lets paint the sinners in gold 

Piercing needles makes blood

If you close your eyes you’ll see the blackness of emptiness

But if you open you’ll see every shade of white 

A boy can turn into a man, 

a girl can turn into a woman

A caterpillar can turn into a vibrant butterfly 

 A sinner can turn to a saint 

A sinner story is hidden 

To reveal it you must open it 

You’ll be left speechless