Sin

Quick look in from outlook I'm emphatical, unpractical, rythmatical, grammatical nightmare I sware my approach is not tactical. My sentences run on like spyware Born with the gift to share At a certain age I lost faith in redemption And thought I could judge what's fair Wanted to leave without my wisdom mentioned One thing about this life I'm in Their no way out of divine infliction Just a pad And a pen And another individual is truths reflection. The simple is the loudest lie How can you be Christian When the book is ambellished inaccurate and ghost written No more than metaphor of the Life it made and set stage to make slaves Wake up or put me down What I can't see. U dream about I can't be the worlds smiling clown For a country of hurt men undevoute who want change but wont be singled out Like children just silently pout Do as their told and taught Now the word will come about And purchased souls corporate bought Will be worthless having know truth only clout