War(Tongue Terror)
• Written by ttoneuchiha615
I don't trust authority with cutting words.
I flee their hatred like a dog's pedicure.
Because the way I grip people in my heart.
My submission to Christ has two marine guards.
Ready to battle on living hatred.
Tongue terror from ties with bullies from Satan.
He got another reason to say it.
Then hides it with good deeds and I'm playing.
Omaha, I read through it all like Peyton.
I see the adjustment and he passes his words.
Catching his charisma but still feels the hurt.
He thinks I'm not in tune with his agenda.
It toke a year. my hatred to fall like September.
My tongue is sweet to a heart like Thanksgiving.
I'm receiving the free gift of God like Christmas.
He wants to open one's heart and cut it.
Then think playing with it is like FIFA.
Someone had found your goal.I swings it back like Jeter.
You think your deeds will cover all your seeds.
Is that hatred so cherished? A tree you need?
What kinda lies has been growing inside you?
Clogging up the forgiveness and eternal truth.
Those words are lies and playing with then is doom.
Those words are empty but they trap us all.
Those words are dead ends but I recall.
My words are true and those words are dull knives.
He diligently stabs them in the back with lies.
But those words always die with truth in life.
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ttoneuchiha615
Member since June 25 2017