Sick?
Well I’m going to write you a blessing
Tell you how sickness can’t remain here is my lesson
I need you to need life so wake up do not sleep
What nightmares have lied pretending to be dreams
Laughing with sinister intentions inverting crosses
Asking if you will dare to count the losses instead of wins
Dropping volume after volume of sins on your feet
Saying Jesus took a break and God is napping blissfully asleep
Such a creep creeping on your weaknesses that vile liar
Accusation after accusation hoping loser becomes your occupation
It is enough, rebuke it all, and breath as true child of the beginning and end
Enemies stay mad because if you realize the truth they can’t win you’ve already won.
Emotion Dough 