You have simply exposed me
My very breasts
My soul
Who I am
In your own way
That dishonors who I am as a person
In front of many
Your attempt at correction is pure humiliation
You have no focus but your self
My future is not in your sights
Where is your discernment for my life?
For the better I, in spite of my sin.
So I will stand
Exposed as you wanted
But I will take off your head
And bleed out your soul if I must
So that it can be filled with a pure covenant
A pure blood
The sword will slice
Everything you have made so nice
Everything you have deemed so clean
Except that you are your only team
I will love those you cannot
I will love them that you forgot
I will be to them Thy Word
Things that you seem to find absurd
I am no one
And I will stay nothing
Just for you
It is what you want
And it is perfect
-mms
Talk about the Mad Hatter
You have made me mad
THE MAD SATTER
The Mad Satter
I do not own this photo. I do not know who does.
Is the person in church who doesn't realize why they're mad
Inside
Deep inside
Deep deep inside
In those places we don't even know exist
In our soul
The things we act out
The lava that comes from our lips
And fingers
Are from dark places we don't understand
And no pastor is going to cast them out
Because they, knowingly or not
Are the cause
They are the demon of the unWord
Taught and lathered
Upon the Mad Satters.
the pastor sather
the satters matter
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