Treasure Island

Moostef Vosti


NOT ME


'U wonna c how it's dne thn watch me do me....'
hey I can't show you how its done
I am not th son
If I show you I will be doing my will
That's originally not mine
I can't because am phony so my character dies daily
Don't envy me
I don't want to do me because last time I did
I carried the Bible to 'rubber-stamp' my Christianity
If I do me I will either be having sex or musturbating
My ability to control me is not with me
It is somewhere hidden
I follow certain teaching in faith through grace
I am not a heathen
So stop being full of yourself and do God's will.
The power within makes me allergic to sin
He found the small me in haystack I am a pin
That is only sharp to grasp unclean so I am saved.....
AMEN

Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012

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