There’s nothing i haven’t sin.

In the church, I don’t feel new
good and evil still have a key.
Sin’s color, I hope it’s not blue
especially if it tastes like sweetness from a bee.

In my jollof years, God has been a stew
living in his world, without a fee.
Many are called, the chosen are few
if only you believe, you will be free.

sunk in God, sin is on the queue
even while I sleep or take a pee.

Ruddapoet