Dirty Deeds
DIRTY DEEDS
Do not hunt me I prithee
Oh my dirty deed
Can I ever be free?
O! You are my fear as I flee
When, can I ever be again brave?
My sins call me to the grave
A flint is as good my face
My only regret started in a day
Not even believe or religion could cure
Can my hand ever be innocent and pure?
My fear I will face to the brim
Again I can have peace in dream
Copyright © Ojobo Emmanuel | Year Posted 2012
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