TABERNACLE

Vibrating upon the ears of listeners was the scratching sound of decisive hands, messaging delicate pages expressing life that ends miserably for those who don’t pay attention.

MAN;

I’m from a place where youth didn’t experience the joy of presence. You had to be two steps ahead or get flipped backwards. The only thing that turned old was their soul. But to change-you have to believe it’s worth the price of allowing something bigger to take control.

BOY:

God was a damned man. I have no use for prayer. Anything allowing defeat can’t be a savior. He abandoned his son and his mother. So he can’t be my idol-leading me to a place to sing and dance. Wash my senses with praise by giving up my finances. Hope never put food in my belly. Wishing won’t take my troubles away. Building worship without jobs, taught me how to rob. If this is what a man does, I’ll stay a boy until my dying day.

We all tune out people who beat us down with lessons if they haven’t achieved the success they are expressing.