Hana Ali


It's A Sin


I look at the t.v and it was a sin just talking about right is a sin, a sin that is double my deed but can I change the fact that it is sin, they tell my job is a sin that cannot be cured, but how can I be cured of being so sinful can you help me I cry to mankind but I get no reply so I sit on my knees and beg for me to be cured of being sinful, still no answer I turn to to my sins and I ask can you cure me by going away they laugh at me they tell me that I am doing a sin by just asking that, but I learned that my sins were just a part of my life so I cured myself.

Submitted: Sunday, June 03, 2012
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