Every Sinner Has A Past...

Mesmerized people heard golden words of the priest

At tainted hands ogled the beast

Mere presence of the monk was such bliss

No one dared to speak in front of the demon, town folks only hissed

The righteous virtues were sung by the holy being

The monster’s violence was a dreaded sight of unseeing

The gloried soul was a martyr of war

The miscreant was fighting for those he cared for

Every life that the reprobate took

Every lie was carefully drafted by the blessed in the sacred book

As the blood was spewed and the wine was sipped

While privileged kept talking about morals, penurious to fight battle got equipped

As the history was written by winners, a survivor managed to escape

Leaving the horrors behind, vowing his life he’ll reshape

Turning his experience into faith he strived

Inspiring others by the way he led an amicable life

And before he knew it, angel had become of an outcast

Indeed every sinner has a future, and every saint has a past.