The Lie Birthed the Truth

Constricted, Conflicted When your Addicted, Distortion Distraction Instant satisfaction. Its promises lies Left to die Empty, cold and bare With nobody there A whisper in the breeze Pleads with this disease The noise gets in the way Screaming…do not pray For it knows the power Especially, in this hour All longings and desires Are dissolved by a spiritual fire All appetites of despair Are no longer there Words of everlasting worth Produce a new birth Transformation takes place The old life is erased. By: Sabina Nicole