There’s nothing i haven’t sin.

This is where I draw the line
The clouds are too glaring not to be a sign
Dear God, forgive me one more sin
I’ll choose anything else but this skin.

What do they say again about wine?
Grab a chair and let’s dine
Before our hearing becomes too thin
Let’s get something more from every win.

What else can cause a fake to shine?
I’ve drank blood made in a shrine.

Victor Oyedele