"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
A man with an uncertified baptism.Still battling against demons with a set of rap lyrics.Forcing God's hand,Is not an option for a man given,Many chances the minute he wakes up with a hand dipping,Into muddy waters… But,I'm not bothered one bit.I'm a forced to be wreckoned with when I solder my spit,Along faith inside of... Continue Reading →
Vignettes appear in every image God edits to his liking.Yet,Questions arise.Why does my atmosphere seem to darken?I was told life would brighten up!Instead,Light appears to be scarce in,What feels like a farce enveloping my faith as I battle with catharsis… Do I sit down,Entranced by propaganda and apply shady stories disappearing in an instant?To an... Continue Reading →
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