I always wonder who we think we are deceiving?
God, man or ourselves?
You screaming sister Mary to the entire world
Yet when you speak you sound like Jezebel is learning work
Or is it I?
Mumbling holy holy holy is the Most High
And thinking I am too fly?
Or the way we criticise and judge everyone
But forget our sins will make the devil a halo
I want to be free from all my shackles of sin
But what happens when I don't think realise my free is sin in itself?
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My Eyes Were Steadfast
PoetryBecause sometimes, what we need to do is shake those shackles off and do our thing, not judged, unquestioned.
