literature poetry writing


I commit sins at times,
Thinking it was fine.
Shall I know why?
I’m in love with the red sky?

Is it my faith, or somebody else shadow,
I’ve been trying all my life getting away with.

Sharing all that I have,
Disseminating all my life,
Am I dealing appropriately with my God,
Or am I getting away with him?

I don’t wanna leave him,
Divine power doesn’t help me perpetrating my sins.
Nor do he convince me to do so.
I’ve been running around with these thoughts,
Wanting to go away with these notions,
Has been my only watchword for life.
As I committed sins at times.

By Ray


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