Short Line

I want to unleash the beast that heaven speaks of to not release Overcome the darkness that sleeps inside this rusted heart Tears filling up a jar won't spill another truth Purposely arguing with me at the Red Woods, I considered to be rude With my vocal high My vocabulary is low I comprehend like a retard holding a gun to reload loving myself is worth....... my worth is what hurts Perhaps if the signs for me to attend church wasn't sprinkled I could had learned What demon are you scared of? Except the demon next to you Choose your faith Not Faded Glory and I challenge you at the death poll