Into the deep

Will a shovel cover your sins?
Buried under earth and stone
Beneath our feet and judging hearts
They won't remain there - your truths
Not for long, you know this
For Sins turn to seeds when buried deep
They fester and emerge
Pretty flowers in weeds attire
They creep on cats paws
wrapping around your feet
Will you notice their pull?
Before they draw you
Into the deep

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