I ate my sins,
Yes, every one,
I ate them so
That they’d be done;
I did not know
It would be wrong
To eat my sins,
I thought as long
As they were here
I’d eat them so
I’d have no fear
That they would show;
And so I ate
The sins I saw
Believing that
There’d be no flaw,
And thus I ate
Quite hastily
The sins I felt
Would soon eat me;
But now it seems
I cannot hide
And that my sins
Now dwell inside;
The truths I tried
To cover up
Were not the crumbs
Left in my cup.
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Reowr 
I prefer sausage rolls myself.
You are what you eat. 😛
In my case that’d be mainly fat.
Smart bear. Already storing for the winter.
And the next fifty odd years.
Eating sins can be quite tricky~I tend to use lots of condiments! Great poem by the way!
I find ketchup works well with a lot of things…especially things that are scrambled. 🙂
Love it!!
😀
wow! it is sooo funny that we both wrote about ‘cups’ today!!!! I just read yours now after I posted my one! I love this by the way. But, then again, I love all your writing 😉 LOL
Your cup holds so much beauty, it takes my breath away. 🙂
Truly flattered I am. We have a ‘mutual admiration society’ methinks! 😉
This is great! Such a blunt, yet sort of covered-up way of expressing guilts about sin.. awesome
Hehe glad you liked it! 🙂
Reblogged this on americanchild.
I am amongst those who demand whatever they eat to taste godly, so sins were never on my plate ) I find this poem to be very wise, I reminds me of “The Poison Tree”
Sins can actually taste quite sweet; it’s their digestion that can be problematic. Many thanks for your comment. 🙂
Very clever, I love it. My sins well I left them behind in a past life just over 3 yrs ago.
And that’s where they belong…to a past that’s dead and gone.