Sonnet- Sin Is Sin Always

Nothing's a sin-with time all men may think, And brush aside the guilt when they may err; Yet, everything in life, you cannot drink; All fragrant things is not frankincense, Myrrh. May be, the world has changed by leaps and bounds; The stress of recent years is great, truly; To commit mortal sins, man has no grounds; The conscience tells things so correctly. No human heart can stone become with years; No sin can change its definition with time; Noise can't become music to deafened ears; A Rhyme perfect will always be a Rhyme. Can Heaven take all souls, both pure, impure? A fall in standards, Earth too can't endure.