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The Garment of Reproach
I'm 'lust' with a dark heart in the midst of sun
rays,
my eyes are blinded by the dark shades of Pride
as I grope in the light with a tinted mind,
I'm myopic to the longing souls as I crave to
enrich my kingdom of wealth,
I'm top class 'greeeeed'
I'm Just another I, that hides in a garment of a
villain- The beautiful garment of Reproach.
I'm so naive that I could get 'lust' in a gay
wagon because I've seen some males in their
cultural attire,
how stupid I am that I never get past a skirt- a
gorilla could have disguised herself in one and
roam my streets!
why can't I get satisfaction from the beautiful
lady I've got?
she's got all the features a potent head could
ever desire,
but I never get enough!
my eyes are getting swollen from looking
beyond their reach,
pluck 'em out and they will still want to look,
my mind is dark with vigour to execute evil,
how can I reduce its deluge and be faithful to
my Love?
I'm I, I'm high, I'm alright,
I'm perfect, I'm okay,
I'm right-I'm left out of filth,
I squad in a pool of mud to downplay any
correction to cover my shame of failure
I quickly jump on the fence and display my
strengths like a peacock in a show-up of it's
elegance,
I sip from mugs of royal thrones,
I ride on unicorns of peace,
an exuberance of arrogance,
I'll take more till I take my casket down the pit
with my carcass short of undertakers,
I'll take from even the death in the grave with
no remorse,
I agreed to unleash what was due myself until
my greed snatched everything for just 'I'
'me' reminded 'I' of the oath,
but I banished him from the trinity and I stood
like an immortal,
maybe I'll soon be a god and transform to an
unending being with my stored-up barns to
fend for 'my forever'
the I in me lures me to theft and covetousness,
I deserve the good things of this world,
I'm soaked in lust,
I'm drowned in pride,
I'm in shackles of greed,
I'm found in sin,
I'm worth the condemnation,
bind me in fetters of purification and pass me
through the fires to refine my soul,
still yet,
take me to Golgotha,
I'll probably find some blood drops from the
crucifix for my sanctification!!!
rays,
my eyes are blinded by the dark shades of Pride
as I grope in the light with a tinted mind,
I'm myopic to the longing souls as I crave to
enrich my kingdom of wealth,
I'm top class 'greeeeed'
I'm Just another I, that hides in a garment of a
villain- The beautiful garment of Reproach.
I'm so naive that I could get 'lust' in a gay
wagon because I've seen some males in their
cultural attire,
how stupid I am that I never get past a skirt- a
gorilla could have disguised herself in one and
roam my streets!
why can't I get satisfaction from the beautiful
lady I've got?
she's got all the features a potent head could
ever desire,
but I never get enough!
my eyes are getting swollen from looking
beyond their reach,
pluck 'em out and they will still want to look,
my mind is dark with vigour to execute evil,
how can I reduce its deluge and be faithful to
my Love?
I'm I, I'm high, I'm alright,
I'm perfect, I'm okay,
I'm right-I'm left out of filth,
I squad in a pool of mud to downplay any
correction to cover my shame of failure
I quickly jump on the fence and display my
strengths like a peacock in a show-up of it's
elegance,
I sip from mugs of royal thrones,
I ride on unicorns of peace,
an exuberance of arrogance,
I'll take more till I take my casket down the pit
with my carcass short of undertakers,
I'll take from even the death in the grave with
no remorse,
I agreed to unleash what was due myself until
my greed snatched everything for just 'I'
'me' reminded 'I' of the oath,
but I banished him from the trinity and I stood
like an immortal,
maybe I'll soon be a god and transform to an
unending being with my stored-up barns to
fend for 'my forever'
the I in me lures me to theft and covetousness,
I deserve the good things of this world,
I'm soaked in lust,
I'm drowned in pride,
I'm in shackles of greed,
I'm found in sin,
I'm worth the condemnation,
bind me in fetters of purification and pass me
through the fires to refine my soul,
still yet,
take me to Golgotha,
I'll probably find some blood drops from the
crucifix for my sanctification!!!
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