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
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