This poem was inspired by a person who commented on my Jesus Ask. This will be about how to change your sins.

Sins.

Sinners.

Son.

Sons of God.

There is a difference.

That we can fix.

Will take a while.

Do it or else you all end up in a ditch.

So don't be a bitch and do this shit.

*beat drops*

*i catch it because I am a helpful and respectable person who does not let beats fall.*

*continues*

Your heart is cold.

Sinning is getting old.

So change it.

Change it right now.

Now is the time.

To do the change.

Are you...
Holy.

Or a...
Sinner.