The Short Word “Sin”

What waits below the sacch’rine lies
a truth we dare not tell.
We block it out, the tears, the cries, 
the children in the well. 

But I cannot nepenthe drink,
nor down this merry dram,
for I am cursed to sit and think,
praise good and evil damn. 

I care not for the monument
on equivocations thin
you raise unto a godless-sky.
At heart, it's all a lie. 
We once could use the short word “Sin”
for all the evils that you meant.