My innocence sleeps
As fleshly evil creeps
Coming in disguised ships
The undesirable sips
With lustfully loaded lips
Turning into bitter drips
The making of monumental slips
But I counter the trips
With a hold on righteous grips
Standing on godly heaps
My innocence awakens
As the touch of evil slackens
To confront the deadly tokens
Of the temptations that smittens
Trusting in grace that whitens
And Agape love that sweetens
Not irrational fear that deadens
Or misleading doubt that shakens
But self-control that deepens
The committed pursuits that widens
© 2014, by Agoso Arnobius Huladeino
Bamaiyi.
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