Im fully aware of those as one grows.
The waiting from them who hide, the power of love to defend against what they try.
The reading perverse and the reading per verse, the cleansing of the house and the worse.
The empty touch of such and the hand that takes much, the wants that do not and the depths of what love taught.
The sharp corrections of prideful selections and rejections of lack of persuasions, the treat surround by the miss of those who insist to try the Him I draw close too and the sensations.
The world that is mine and everything in it without the mention of the things that cause dissension and the running away to the world not of the same comprehension.
The factionist indifferences with competitive mediators the anti christ whispers, from spys to furthermore their man of war fisher, of men.
The venom spit from the vipers, the poisonous pit from craftiness of dis-likers.
The word spoken at one time to help find the way through all the other words they had to say as I push through the crowds yet up top was where I should stay.
The God against Gods who draw close with their men and trying to win them in all the competition.
The words that spoke to only me and the question that arise wasn't it love that is suppose to be for them to be?
And to top it off the words from God that shows me the truth of what I should be of what not, from the words yours truly taught, spirit breathe before the imaginary of the God I sought.
The waiting from them who hide, the power of love to defend against what they try.
The reading perverse and the reading per verse, the cleansing of the house and the worse.
The empty touch of such and the hand that takes much, the wants that do not and the depths of what love taught.
The sharp corrections of prideful selections and rejections of lack of persuasions, the treat surround by the miss of those who insist to try the Him I draw close too and the sensations.
The world that is mine and everything in it without the mention of the things that cause dissension and the running away to the world not of the same comprehension.
The factionist indifferences with competitive mediators the anti christ whispers, from spys to furthermore their man of war fisher, of men.
The venom spit from the vipers, the poisonous pit from craftiness of dis-likers.
The word spoken at one time to help find the way through all the other words they had to say as I push through the crowds yet up top was where I should stay.
The God against Gods who draw close with their men and trying to win them in all the competition.
The words that spoke to only me and the question that arise wasn't it love that is suppose to be for them to be?
And to top it off the words from God that shows me the truth of what I should be of what not, from the words yours truly taught, spirit breathe before the imaginary of the God I sought.