WHO IS SPEAKING IN TONGUE

They do not care to speak about it at all. They smash the mirror with the phone whenever it decides to call when it chooses that today is the today that we can no longer run away. I cried, laughed, and walked every lonely path to find the man that I so desperately wanted to be, and I know that this madness can hold me prisoner or set my creativity free.

The fire burnt many bridges I no longer needed to walk upon. The fire's flame is dancing in my eyes and running through my veins, saying not everyone or everything remains the same.
 
These words do not speak or sound the same I am starting to put faces to names like I heard so many times before. There is no need to close the door, for it can not always rain.

These words keep speaking no words that make no sense, saying you need to go to church to repent and ask for forgiveness for your sins that the demons put within. The words you speak have us thinking that you are speaking in your tongue, and we can not have you or others believing that you have won.