Argon Oiled Sun

I am the opposing thought
I am like Argon oil to your face
I reside in the sun rays that tan your skin
I am now that push that burns within

I was the oak on autumns worst day
I was the largest callus on the oldest slave
I sat underneath the sharpest words
Shackled by the voices of fear and hurt

I turned away from life
To lay with death
Mouth glued shut
I settled for nothing less

But then, there was a storm
That quenched my thirst
I began to stem
So high, I embraced my worth

I left satan's banquet
To dine with God
Now that everything's beneath me
I can no longer fall

I now oppose with thought
Argon oil to the skin
Burning truth resides so deep within
I embrace the sun that praises all who win.

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