conceal your heart close
feel my art bro
I feel I'll get killed in dark so
I reveal my Harp tho
it seems my demise is coming the night sky still gon sparkle
won't kneel wont part no
war equipped
life is a canvas explore the shit
with a paint brush
about Gods blessings I caint hush
when I call dont hang up
like laundry on the line
when singing psalms I go blind
©aceito
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