Blood. Water. Neither is more important then thy father, Even if you don’t believe in His existence. It’s not a matter of opinion, With enough evidence surrounding us in a world getting darker by the second…
Don’t know about you, But, I find myself alone in the flesh. Canopied by a storm of lies anytime I try to sleep on a bed. Soaked by the spit of others urging for my departure instead, Of acknowledging every boulder thrown on a fruitful path I tread, I intend to get through until the very end…
As the only orange grown on an apple tree I fell far from, God grafted a new pair of hands on arms I’ve begun, Arms strong enough for me to climb out of flaming Hells I grew apart from…
No longer am I aligned with a crowd of souls who light fires, Around my presence I protect by higher, Thoughts manifesting a vision for a life wired, With a voice I can only describe as, Divine. And, Most will never understand it as they live with a pair of ears muffled by lies, I refuse to stand by…
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