Babalola Augustine Adeola (August 26th,1990 / Lagos)
Let Me Fly
I know you are holy,
and you live therein,
and I a sinner,
because out here is where i live.
i have been unfaithful,
disobedient my way
justification my life.
forget not my little efforts to dine with perfection
and condemnation, you do not bring.
I want to walk with you through the isle,
living with you for the rest of my life 'criticism'
and not her your sister,
she make look like him on the left hand side of mercy.
Judge me not,
you lack the locus standi
and your court,
jurisdiction have not.
You! I mean you, show me not my maggot ridden face, but the fresh part to make me grow.
Bank not my fault,
but my little goods.
Let me go,
hold me not to my past.
In this battle field,
we all fall to rise higher.
Let me fly,
please my inner man.
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