Sinner
Trouble with the endeavors of life
punish with the words spoken of the men who once told me they loved me
walkers upon the darkness
beaten with the fleshly judgment of women around me with there stead fast faith
Believing life is an never ending pit a steady trial with weary roads with many bumps and rugged hills
Struggling to be better then what is expected hated by Christian women who once spoke to me with love
Judge by my enemy lost in this lusting and desirable greedy world
Body weary and heart crossed between two paths
For misunderstood by those saints that worship in there so called tabernacle
But a saint is just a sinner who once fell down i heard a wise man once say
For i am just sinner searching for a way
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