Holy Sins

A Poem by Esen

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Holy Sins
His name is holy and so should be His people
Call him Allah, God: he's for all, able and cripple
On a good day, i wake up; study, work and go to bed;
On a bad day, i wake up; drink, smoke and pray instead;
Weed is illegal here, the Church n Mosque condemn beer
I live in constant fear for the end times are near.
In Kenya we have a saying, a thief has 40 days.
Am doing puff 39 there's pain in these lungs of mine;
Am slowly being an addict but also learning new tricks
Through weed and Alcohol am Knowing God and all..
The fines for both are heavy my head is fine when light,
My fingures and lips are shaking, its perfect cloud nine..
My head is going round but i feel am in line..
This wrongs make me Holy: surely the Kingdom is mine.
Please forgive me, i don't know what to do,
Please forgive me, this brings me close to YOU.
Esen