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street preacher by E.Baptiste


The silence is deafening but the sirens are definitely
razor sharp, piercing through the darkness especially
these are the sounds that surround him so deadly
the violent vibrations of violence suggest that he

join in the chaos if these fools try to step to me
but if he continues this cycle then death is his destiny
and not just the physical, but the spirit that desperately
wants to survive and connect like telepathy

he searches the Scriptures for truth so carefully
unsatisfied by the world that's so sexually
driven it's a given they attack men collectively
no man's exempt from the temptation that's next to me

he says "I will run to the One that was there for me
to the arms of my Father who promised to care for me
swallow my pride I need Him so terribly
then I'll dance in these streets despite how they stare at me

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