Not an Option

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I fornicated
With many that I couldn’t count
I did drugs
That weakened my body and clogged my mind
On the streets I sang
Of my greatness, my wealth and land
But I realized that obeying you is not an option

I made plans and formulated systems
On how to manage my sin
The times I would fornicate
And how to manage my debauchery
But I couldn’t be my own God
Because I do not run me
And obeying you is not an option

I became a partial Christian
Where I could go to Church and recite songs sang
But still rush my feet to dance
With the very traits that defile me
I thought we could have an agreement
Where I run my weekdays and you run my Sundays
But I realized that obeying you is not an option
But an eternal move, where I fully subject to you
Should I want peace, goodness and joy

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