My ego intend
To climb forth the climax
Today penning this piece
Wasn't my prior profession
Wasn't my intention
Am not a talker
But a bloody soccer
But being entangle by lord art
In bondage to a foot pain
I am born anew
Am now a pen pusher
And shall be a talker
God, please pardon me
Time back i arraigned thee
Keep questioning thee
moulding me in thy like
I oblige quite dribbling
Passing and scoring
I had to snub singing
Even am proficient to sing
Lacks strength to sing
Prince papisco
I would have been called
God, please pardon me
My heart intend
But thy behest to me
I ought to attend
Man always proposes
And thee disposes
I keep faith in my heart
I thank for giving me life
I beg thy pardon lord
To thee i belong lord.
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