YOU SPEAK OF

You speak of God as you speak of your best friend; you go to your churches and speak of their versions of the excellent book, yet you still pass judgment of other kinds. Who are you, who do you think you are, or are you who they told you you should be asking yourself, are you free from their form of slavery?

I survived every damn thing that was meant to destroy me, no matter what form it might have been. I am a saint who was born to sin, you speak of. As for you, it is a win/win.

I walked through those dusty valleys sleepless days and nights, yet I continued to move on and fight the good fight and found myself inside the wind. I do not need someone or something telling me what I should believe in, for the light and the darkness comes from deep within.