The Philanderer
Am I just afraid?
Judging the way I had lived,
Not only had I been a slave to sin,
But have been living in it.
Am I damned?
Not that I made a trade for fame,
But the things I have done in widows close,
Am timorous of what I am?
Am a philanderer?
Storming in lust,
Not that I what it that way,
But I just am.
Am I just confused?
Or have cherry-pick troubles?
Not for once had I had this occurrences,
But I was just there.
Am scared?
If I can just revolutionize,
I pray, God!
Just wondering if God will exonerate me?
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