tears like bullets scarred the floors
and the floors were made of gold.
the couch was soaked in tears and i could see my fears.
i didn't know I had claws for fingers and ice for my skin.
and confusion became more familiar to me.
and sin drowned me still.
but when all seemed lost.
and when the noise seems to **** me within,
i....hear...you.
i looked beneath me and saw large, large shoulders, far and wide.
shining with glorious white.
the oceans below was more treacherous than my rivers.
and the fire burned more than the voices in my head.
Lord, you carried me.
through and through.
on your shoulders....
black and blue
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
tears like bullets scarred the floors
and the floors were made of gold.
the couch was soaked in tears and i could see my fears.
i didn't know I had claws for fingers and ice for my skin.
and confusion became more familiar to me.
and sin drowned me still.
but when all seemed lost.
and when the noise seems to **** me within,
i....hear...you.
i looked beneath me and saw large, large shoulders, far and wide.
shining with glorious white.
the oceans below was more treacherous than my rivers.
and the fire burned more than the voices in my head.
Lord, you carried me.
through and through.
on your shoulders....
black and blue
inspired by the song of the same name by 'for KING AND COUNTRY.'
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