by Ademola Adejumo

Created on: August 26, 2008

The wind is never put in jail
the snail is fully clothed by the deities,
it is a white suit of saint lauren that am
wearing and decked out with reading glasses.

Author of faith,iam not asking you of that gift
anymore,my soul,cannot die without it,
am asking you to put sleep into my eyes,let me sleep,
the people that fasten me like a goat let them loose
me,I have learnt enough,forgive me.

Teach me how to control my tongue,commrades we all
stumble in the word,whatever it takes forgive me,
do not destroy me,save my soul from death,author
of faith,iam not asking you that gift anymore,my soul
without it dies not.

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