Words! In whom I hope to find the strength to break free
Words! The reason I must flee
Words! In the beginning was the Word
When I was created I was made of God, I was with God.
A ward of God until I lost my way With my reckless abandon and the things I failed to do or say
I made a cocktail of truth laced with lies to top the mix Believing my deceit was made up with just enough wit With which I could make a deft bargain
With the devil, He said riches and wealth were mine to gain
I took the bargain. Thinking I was smart enough to beat him at his game Swift enough to cross the finish line without her burning gaze realizing I had switched lanes
I was rewarded with shame The excruciating pain Oh how this became the death of me!
Words! Rit! My word! Not the writ of law This Rit must be an exception to the writ of law
Words! STOP! The word that might've saved me from this castle walls. The ward I war to break free from Oh! If only I had listened Listen! Whenever I was asked to be Silent.. These anagrams! Silent a cause, Listen the effect I never knew cause the only thing my eyes fed off were the sights my eyes heard on Instagram.
I had taken enough hits I was deemed unfit But the comments all read "lit" No one calls me dope anymore in this ward You dare not say that Word in here, lest you end up in ropes
280 characters are one to many to say "I quit"
Words sentenced me to this ward Words showed me no mercy Words made me By words, my death I'd meet