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Death, The New Black


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Death Is The New Black

But if through the power of the Spirit you put to death the deeds of your sinful nature, you will live.

Romans 8:13

The loneliness and heartbreaking moments are making me cringe

I promise to hold my soul in my body though

If my faith snaps, my running will end. I’ll be sitting in hell

Wearing a face making it easy to tell that I failed

It’s hard to handle this

The weight of my purpose is making me weak but deep in my soul a candle is lit

Heavy legs and swallow breaths, I only move because he’s phenomenal

This strength is not my own so I keep reminders all around me

A wall full of scriptures to help picture my journey

When I wake, my eyes set the mark of my yearning

Watery eyes from overflow of passionate burning

I’m zealous like a drowning man wanting to breath

I’ve learned to keep focus no matter what another may think.

I’ve learned to be hated and mistreated.

I learned to see like an angel of God

My flesh my enemy.

Every cell battling to get rid of me

They say just complain

But not even myself is bigger than faith

So after objection I make, I push on to be phenomenal.

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