Jesus Christ is the righteous.
He is the Son of God...

My fingers lay, lightly on the bow,
i can feel the vaz, from the hairs, to my thumb...

Life is limited
the days are numbered...

Day be day, sizing the tag
writing down the foods i eat...

Sun comes up, for summer
for the that last final time...

People say" why God"
some see it as an enemy...

I have finally changed
for better, for good in deed...

In the dark, as it been toled
unseen in the dark...

The realization, little I've seen my friends
the lack of love i have...

Waiting and waiting, for that time to come
that time for my purpose...

Standing strait and tall,
staring eye to eye of the adversary...

She's dressed and blushed.
Now she's practicing talking to the mirror...