Knuckle deep, clenched fist. I've sunk my fist into the sand. I waste away and I give away. I waste away and I give away. My title. My thoughts. Who i am is ripped apart. I walk in darkness though your words warned me. I've sunk my teeth into this world, and its worn on me. Bad foundation. I can't tread on what is fragile.
But I kissed the ground I walked on because I worship idle things, and if your grace doesn't cover me this time I'm done for tied down.
Better judgement! Better judgement! Better Judgement!
It's in Christ that my hope is found, so why have I sunk my fist into the bitter rage of this world? Rage!
I find myself with the lack of better Judgement!
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