SINS’ TICKLINGS

Dented deep darkness

Sleep on peeping eyes of light

In lives professing worship

Sins’ fingers tickle

As feelings send hot signals

Of need, heads hit legs to run

III

Hot flirting with sin

Closes doors of the heavens

And places guards at its gates

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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