You see that thing called sex
Its just like a witch’s hex
It slowly steals the beauty of your mind
And leaves you spiritually blind
Why enjoy pleasure for the moment
And trade your destiny for shame?
Why subject your soul to an endless torment
When heaven should be the aim?
Why return to the VAR stand
When God has given you a clear goal?
Why choose to use your own hand
To crawl back into the devil’s hole?
Why hinder your own progress
When God has great plans for you?
Why choose to robe in the worldly dress
That radiates a sinful hue?
You see, premarital sex
Could be seen as a thing of flex
But not until life takes a pitiful turn
That makes reality full of thorns
… by Lawrence Daniel