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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