She; she; she

She this; she that. 

She, she, she from a bunch of people that don’t know me.

I don’t think I’m better than anyone; I know I’m worse.

I’m not holier than thou. I stay out of my ego and into a verse. 

I didn’t get lost; I got knocked down every time I stood up. 

Evil always sees greatness in a small child; and seeks to bleed it out her. 

Every time I stood up evil would pull me down to make me drown.

Broken spirits will sell pieces of the soul; 

the spirit  that breaks too bad it has to earn back control.

Like the angels said "your soul…you gotta pay in faith for that"; 

so every weapon that forms you’ll have to go to war or to bat. 

Battle after battle; breaks burns and scars.

I was born on the battlefield; coming home was a scar. 

Life ain’t shit; nature is the only beauty; energy is the only grace. 

Love is the only answer; GOD is the only face. 

These are mask of deception; spiritual networks with unknown connections. 

It’s the same somebody wearing different skin.

Until you break the demon “ya go face 'em again.”

The only answer lives in silence; with a voice without sound.

That silence needs love to speak or else the wicked comes round. 

I screamed just to survive. For peace, I needed silence to speak.

No words just Love of GODS energy on me.

The eyes of angels documenting the progress they see.

Hold my soul dear CREATOR; don’t give myself to me. 

Save the pieces of me from what  I must learn to defend.

Let me live in devotion to LOVE on earth; 

and when life ends my GOD may your will be done first.

 

I may fall like Icarus but at least I was touched by your love. 

If I am not even worthy of the gutters in Heaven I would rather be dust.