When the soul lies down, they are the glass that contains the lamp, obscure twisted into any shape. Promises indiscriminate killing of my soul.
Cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart, and it cannot touch my soul.
Belittle my souls core, like hurt, jealousy, loneliness, shame, rage and grief. deepest wounds, to transcend limitations, to overcome obstacles, to see where my soul is longing to go. Jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit blowing; to him alone.
A canvas to imagination that will be silenced by discontent. Transforming fear. the absence of fear It always seems impossible.
Failure will overtake Our greatest weakness alone are omnipotent.