The light Within The Words


Spoken word brings the crown to my head.
Towering amongst men who push words that claim im already dead.
In hopes ill place a welcome mat in front of a shed.
Laughing as i clench my stomach knowing theirs has already been fed.
But what they dont know,is that my shadow is made in christ's image and tho my flesh is weak my words have no limits.
So i scream at the top of my lungs,grab your guns.
For evil might own the night,but i speak words that will always bring the light.

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I love words for they are what make you strong.