Dear Lord,
Here chaos goes again, as insanity starts sitting in, was holding your hand for many months, as one thought handed sin. I pulled a devil off my back, one gift so much was gained, now on my feet and looking up, apologies to one's I've pained.
I talk to you every night, but pleading is very rare, loving the light you show to me and explaining how to share. Handed an angel portraying red, a truly answered prayer, tight gripping my heart and holding me up, a flame you gave me there.
All in all my head is clear, no ropeless hole in sight, a red Angel's haze pulled me out, removed my gloves for the fight. As acquiring my last lay of steel and comfort so paper thin, a minor setback your informing me, just take it on the chin.
With crimson red in my blood, from touching on your hem, believe in me, I'm thanking you, for subtracting all this sin. All the grace you've placed on me, Angel's holding bells, with the last of pleading prayers, you'll receive from a cell. ©️KyleLee
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