Our hungry world eats humanity like roasted delicacies… ooo how it loves the chase of its wild dreams especially when it smokes it’s passions in the furnace of a wild mouth…

O dear Father my lips have spoken....spoken in shame…in haste…. in pride….in fear….in lies….all from the throat of my demise.

i didn’t love You as i claimed… have mercy for i could not bite my tongue with my own tooth…
Or tame life and death on the edge of it’s blade… at what age can i raise its sword from the stone of pride?

OOO great magician of my jaw make my lies disappear and may I be deaf to worldly cheers, only drinking the tears of humility so to truly  cry a pure Halleluiah.