WRITTEN BY: MICHAEL TSAPHAH (ISAIAH 52:1)

THE WORD OF MY MOUTH SPEAKS OF THE DUNG,

THAT IS BLEED FROM MY HEART.

HOW CAN I STOP THE RUSH OF EMOTION,

SOMETHING BURNING IN MY SOULISH PART.

IT IS WHAT IT IS ONE SPOKE FROM THE OCEAN

AND THEN THE CRY OF THE BELL THAT RUNG!

WHY MUST I LIVE IN A WORLD FULL OF HATE,

WHEN I SWIM IN A SEA THAT CLOSES ITS GATE!

MY MIND TOIL’S IN THE BED OF INIQUITY:

As I DROWN IN THE FLOOD OF THE SEA,

UNIT I SEE THE LIGHT COMING FOR ME.

THAT IS WHAT HAS SAVED ME,

FROM THE VOICE THAT CRIES AGAINST ME!

LOOK AT THE EIGHTH HOUSE.

THE SPIRIT HOVERS OVER ME,

WAITING FOR ME TO CALL.

IF I DARE NOT “FOOLISH MAN!”

THEN I WILL FALL..