Build apon by tearing down……Mature

                Build apon by tearing down……

I have a wall,it’s vary

            Think

                        Tall

                                    Strong.

My wall is made with much

            Pane                           

                        Hate                                        lonileness

                                    Distrust                                               darkness

                                                                                                                        Sadnes.

Within my wall is me

            Confused       

                        Scared                         alone

                                    Mad                            hurt

                                                                                                Broken.

Behind that wall im trying

To find

            Comfort                                  find

                        In a                                          perfection in

                                    Blade.                                                  the

                                                                                                            Mirror.

Im trying to please

            Everyone

With

            Drugs                                      nothing is

                        Sex                                          EVER good

                                    False frounts.                                     Enough!!

This wall of mine was built

To protect                  keep

            Me!                             Me                               keep

                                                            Safe!                            Out the

                                                                                                            Monsters.

But in the end I have locked them in!

One of them anyway

            But…..

                        My wall has been penatrated,

It is under attack.

            I’m weak

                        And

                                    He is

                                                Winning!

The comander is

            Strong

                        Smarter hen everyone,

Perfect,

            ALL mighty.

JESUS is

            The comander!!

Brick                                       

            By                                stone

                        Brick                            by                                one at

                                                                        Stone                          a         

                                                                                                                        Time.

He is tearing down my wall.

At times ia m

Scared                                                                         hopefull

            Hurt                            but also…                                            happy

                        Mad…                                                                                      amazed!

Slowly he has changed what is behind my wall.

            Iv no need for

                        Drugs

                                    Sex

                                                false frounts.

By no means is my wall

Gone  

            Distroyed

                                    Ddemollished.

Its just

            Different.

Im building my wall around

Jesus

            My motives for the wall

Are not the same,its

            Not to

                        Hide

                                    Hurt

                                                Pretend.

Its to keep me

                        SURROUNDED

                                                By God.

Were far from done.

            There is stil some tearing down

And re-building to bemade,

                        But we have

                                                Started.

The End

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