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...