A poem that gave me my first short popularity

A Confession
(Another Thug’s Prayer)

Dear God,

I know You have given me 9 lives,
and a gun to protect each of it.
But I already failed about 8 times,
as my trigger could have its last hit.
I confess, I killed as many as
700 minus 34;
Now the devil, as my end arrives
will let me lay, slumber, die on the floor.
Hail Holy God, He who I have forsaken.
He detached my strings, as He takes over my DEATH.
I’m real, yet my soul longs for an ethereal sonnet,
I keyed the 7th piece, as I am weakened…
Hail His Son, who wears my favorite shirt!
He sung my riddle created from a curse…
I hid my gun under my dirty bed skirts
to protect me as I doze off from my troubles…
Yes, I still have the last shot on my gun
to draw away all the pain that I have.
I’m now burning in the kingdom of all the undone…
For I struggled to diminish His orders to none!
I confess, forgive me for I have sinned,
I know You though I didn’t mind your reign!
And now You’re damn afraid to let me live,
coz’ I left your secrets that are deep!
I kill, and I steal dreams,
And give those to my brothers and vocals… my band.
Songs they say could be against Him –
Songs of hatred? Songs of detest and shit?
My empty valor says I must mark my word,
as well as my pen, my gun, as I hold…
I was taught to preach all the dirty words
to cleanse my spirit hungry of gold!
Glory be to the Father and to His Son
For it is Their beginning that led my dawn.
They killed my shadow, and their cops bust me on.
And now I pray unto Thee, here in my room:
Pitch black, so no one would find me here;
Tranquil must be, so no one would feel my fear;
Locked, so no more evil be tempted to dare –
Dare to take away my gun as I kneel!
So dear God, as I end my little prayer,
will You save a thug from this world’s betrayal?