My Faith
This pen is my faith helps me spread my gospel poetry,
My mind is heaven reveals the atrocity of this hell i inhabit
Upon yet I can never stray as i stay true to my religion,
Sin is enormous i can barely escape yet this temple so driven
By wisdom of my fellow comrades whom feed my heaven
With food for thoughts aspire my belief to remain pure.
When i hold my faith in this palm i converse with my
Religion, yes it has been broken a few times before but
It hasn't stopped me to spread it only because i am human,
My heaven remains veracious as it keeps me reminiscing
As sin overwhelms my religion because it's mine alone,
So when i use this ink of my faith i look up to the universe
And hope it guides my belief to remain pure so oneday my
Gospel could be worthy to be called the bible...
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