MY SINS ARE MUCH, HOPE I'LL BE FORGIVEN
Everyday I woke
My sins are choke
Many and much
I still invoke
A day has never pass
Without having a mass
Great of it amass
For only Me like ass
Will I really be forgiven
By the Mighty Lord of Heaven
As it's very much that even,
If I was ask to grant myself Forgiveness
I'll be contemplating
On either to let it be given
Or to be punished with venom
And really it was great-som
Had it been it smell as odour
I'll be smelling more
And more with bad odour
Odor of horror
Yet, I sin more
I seek God for forgiveness
And I keep repenting
But at times repeating
Hope I'll be forgiven
What should I even
Say, that will earn me my yearn
Which is Forgiveness of all my sin