oh my sinful flesh
my soul damned inside this cursed body
trapped with no escape wheresoever
each bit of it is nothing but a lust intention
a dark ugly monster
with two pointed sharp-as-spear horns
rebellious and seditious
the true unedited figure of me
who can help me out of this wrecked prison
no one, i said no one,
not even me, how much more you...
im tired of trying...
i quit... i gave up
im a loser at it best..
pathetic and useless ...
signed the death contract
sealed with my own approval and deeds
basically on an un-save-able state
im sinking in the mud of my very own filthy manners
im sick dying hopeless
desperate...
bleak...
doomed to failure....
until...
until i heard a name...
just a whisper of a name...
heard from a distance...
Jesus...
Jesus...
Jesus...
~07 02 09
Nevins G. Manafe
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