I am just in wanna of those moods, again, I sit trapped in…

CAPTURED THOUGHT

LIMITLESS

Random thoughts connect a pattern of mistakes I wish I could’ve changed the face in the mirror wiping away the condensation so I can see clearly who I’m facing- breaking frustration; these naked screams deep from with in this flame has risen to bring execution to the words of shame felt when condescending looks pierced armor breaching Soul But now they’ve been captured in forgiveness thus rendering them speechless on death row awaiting the word, “Removal”, of ignorance for GOD spoke This, “My Son, FLOURISH!!!”