Her Lord.

Her Lord the man in her life ain't got time for her picking up a knife
For some punk ass nigga tryna lay for a night, then leave like vampire scared of sunlight.
He got her, telling her that love will come. She don't need to be chained, being left numb.
Poor thing scattered over her heart shards shattered, left believing this is freedom.
Poor thing thinking that she did something wrong, noteless song she's humming along, praying for Kingdom come.
Flames ignite her eyes but gas leaks, burning her faith. Her Lord wrapping His arms around her, to soothe her shake.
Sudden sunny night, lifted up in His might. Red, white, blue then black. Her Lord engulfs her in His light, saving her ache & taking her back.


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interesting perspective

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