Sinners Become Winners
> March 12th, 2007
Oracle 2003 “Through the Pupil”
Volume 22 Issue 1
Page 39
Sinners Become Winners
by Possum
Strangle me with words.
Mix them all around.
Lose me and confuse me
So I won’t make a sound.
Turn yourself against me.
Lie into my face.
Take me and remake me
Into a disgrace.
Speak in riddles to me.
Tell me the half-truth.
Stain me and detain me
For that seems not uncouthe.
Find yourself without me.
I am not a whore.
Burn me and return me
To what I was before.
Yell at me with reasons
Of how your life was hurled.
Sinners become winners
In this backwards world!
Sick your hounds upon me.
Have them chew me up.
Eat me and defeat me
For I am just a pup.
Make me feel like nothing.
Make me feel like chum.
Read me and exceed me
Because I am so dumb.
Make me want to love you.
Rip my heart clear out.
Hurt me and alert me
When I want to shout.
Send me to depression
With your hurtful words.
Mold me and keep hold me
While you’re with the birds.
Yell at me with reasons
Of how your life was hurled.
Sinners become winners
In this backwards world.
You have my adoration
Around my fingers curled.
Sinners become winners
In our backwards world.
