Howl to the moon with me arooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I struggled, fought, rallied against my oppressor… my mind.
For the longest time, now we’ve made peace I refuse to be at war again for love or money.
Free at last, God almighty I’m free at last.
… ‘Cos as the skin gets thicker, the heart gets colder
From God’s faithful scholar to be Lucifer’s soldier
Where it was once shalom to my brothers
At first I inched forward timidly, tears streaming down my face. Pleading, imploring for anyone something.
I collide with something solid, tangible. My fingers greedily exploring every nook, crevice and indentation.