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Oiled by Sunlight


I am the opposing thought 

I am like Argon oil to your face 

I reside in the sun rays that tan your skin 

I am now that push that burns within 

 

I was the oak on Autmn's worst day 

I was the largest callus on the oldest slave

I sat underneath the sharpest words

Shackled by the voices of fear and hurt

 

I turned away from life 

To lay with death

 Mouth glued shut, I

Settled for nothing

 

But then, there was a storm 

That quenched my thirst 

I began to stem 

So high,  Iembraced my worth 

 

I left satan's banquet 

To dine with God 

Now that everythings beneath me 

I can no longer fall

 

I now oppose with thought

Argon oil to the skin

Burning truth resides so deep within 

I embrace the sun that praises all who win.

 

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malcolmk

I strive to be the opposing thought.

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