In these words my tongue is the pen. Who me commit a sin. What did you say, “I have defects in my character,” and the things I say I’m sorry for I’ll do again. Yes, my soul is hungry; it’s all or nothing with me. I will move forward until the end of eternity. But, before the ride ended I got stuck. Some say I ran out of luck, that’s when I noticed the hunger in my soul. I had to stop thinking the way I do and most of all stop wishing I was you. When your starving emotionally, your soul gets hungry. Then you think inside what am I going to feed this hunger-nothing satisfies it. My thoughts are out of control. This hunger is in my soul. God help me fatten my soul. I’m listening because my life is getting short. God feed me with your Authority, or it’s my life that the devil will take. God pour your kingdom inside my hungry soul, put your armor on me so that I can live my life and grow old. They say pressure will bust a pipe, but the pressure I feel makes me want to ignite-bust open and expose to the world all my frights. So it’s to you God that I look to deep into the night. Feed my hungry soul and I know that everything will be alright.
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