The Curvature of Sin

Listen on Spotify 😉👇 https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/449yTzNLnki9a2eo9guzDV I walked a straight line drawn by holy hands They said the road was clean, they said I’d understand But every step bent inward, pulled me off the trace Gravity of silence carved into my face They named it sin when I began to fall But never named the force that bent us all No blade was sharp enough to cut this thread No prayer could change the weight above my head This is the curvature of sin No saints, no devils pulling strings Just broken men in sacred skin Bending truth until it breaks within This is the curvature of sin Not chosen, carved under the skin I didn’t fall, I was drawn in By forces you refuse to name as sin They built their altars where the weak collapse Called it salvation, left no way back I learned the shape of guilt before my name A silent orbit trapped inside the flame If light was pure, why did it burn? If love was real, why did it turn? Every crown is heavy when it’s fake Every rule is built for someone else to break Bend the spine Break the will Call it order Call it “His” If the path curves toward the wound Who designed the road I took? If everything bends Why do you still call it falling? No heaven waits, no hell begins Just human weight and human skin Caught in the arc we’re born within I learned the shape of what I am And I won’t crawl back into your hands Not every fall is a choice Not every silence is consent Some of us were bent Before we ever learned to stand