What Will I Tell God

What will l tell God? Will dead excuses be the language spoken, Through his ears? Will my face be hidden when narrating, The story of my past? So lonely I'm, for guiltiness has eaten, Up my face in its silent mood. The mind in my mind can no longer, Capture the scene of the past. Nakedness and beer bottles were my, Daily meals. Some admired me of my sexy look, while, Some called me aside for advice, but insults, Were their daily results. I now regret my past, if I'm to miss the, Gateway of heaven, who will l blame? Would it be night clubs or fornication? Would it be my crushes who have turned, To Roaches? I was born as a servant of God, but, The gravity of night clubs and materials, Things have pulled me down. My heart is now a place of discomfort.