Sin is lawlessness, an awful mess of haughtiness/
Sin is not being in awe of His —Glory/
But degrading it and trading it for naughtiness/
It's treating God as ****/
It's disregarding that He exists as Sovereign/
It's more sickening than kissing harlots lips/
Whose breath stinks worse than garbage mixed/
With the rawest fish after she gargles spit/
Sin's an awful virus that wants your iris/
Clogs your sinus, gives you thoughts of violence/
Woe to those who think it's not inside us/
Your heart despises the awesome Highness/
Gross scum, sin is so loathsome/
And it's shown most by the propitiation of His own Son/
Who so hung and choke both lungs/
It's odor to Jehovah its worse than smoked dung/
I pray this makes you vomit your whole inners/
To display how abominable sin is/
To the honorable God who's my witness/
If we take sin lightly, let's go to the cross to convince us/
Where He slaughtered the sinless/
Infinitely valuable Son who paid an infinite cost for forgiveness/
'Cause that's the only way the infinitely holy Yahweh can take us off of His hit list.
Sin is any thought that's not morally pure/
Sin is loving anything else more than the Lord/
Sin is breaking His laws, forsaking His commandments/
Sin is hatred for God, it's blatantly Satanic
Sin's idolatry and serving yourself/
It's hating God's riches and worshipping wealth/
Sin is substituting other ugly doings/
For God the Son who's the lovely true King/
Sin is taking His glory and stomping, trampling on it/
Often we're mocking dancing upon it/
Sin is not enjoying what's most glorious/
Namely the Lord so of course He's abhorring this/
It's not valuing what's most valuable/
Namely the Hallowed King who's so powerful/
Sin is not thanking God, it's ingratitude/
For this grim attitude, His wrath is due/
And every time we err or a lie is blurred/
The Bible says that we've despised His Word/
It's not just sexual sin detested by Him/
But any expression of enmity manifested within/
From silent pride to violent eyes/
To the finest thighs we idolize/
Or the wisest guys who privatize bribes they hide/
It's all despised in the Messiah's eyes/
You're too pure to look at evil of crooked people/
Who took cathedrals and made them crooks casinos/
It's God's most despicable enemy/
Sin would be the grossest sight if it were a physical entity.
See unbelievers are really dung retrievers/
Chasing after feces son come to Jesus/
The Only One who cleans us/
From our ugly fungus and hundreds of tons of diseases/
All humans are professional sinners/
We're all born with this detestable sickness/
Our best deeds are the grimiest funk/
They're menstral pads at that time of the month/
This deep corruption should seem disgusting/
If not you're guaranteed to see destruction/
Admit your bent on being mischievous/
So kid repent of evil wickedness/
But in a sense when a Christian sins/
It's more sickening than sins of wicked men/(Why?)
'Cause we've tasted His goodness as recipients of grace/
So every time we inn it's like we're spitting His face/
If Christians are no longer trapped in its bondage/
Then why as dogs do we go back to our vomit?/
How dare us believers not cherish this Jesus/
And instead indulge in sin it's scary to see this/
Until we make Christ our treasured King/
And see His worth above everything/
We won't recognize sin's evil nature/
Or appreciate our bleeding grieving Savior/
My point is this-Sin is so wicked/
But we dismissed this 'cause we're so distant/
From the Lord's glorious light/
It's not 'til we're in it that we'll see sin's horrible sight (right)/
But perhaps the greatest mystery/
Is that the Holy One Himself became iniquity/
And suffered infinite pain and misery/
To give us saving grace and make us sinners free.