Victory looked like a kiss that preceded betrayal/being forcibly removed from those you loved most dearly/while they watched you be spit...

For a long time I identified as Nobody Nobody important Nobody special Nobody significant

I've been living like I can earn points into heaven I haven't made the grace connection That Christ already paid it all If only I would let

I do not present as weak And I refuse to be defined as helpless I fight, claw and crawl to remain afloat Which has been mistaken for...

Unfortunately, the reality of sin has perverted the design to include deviations that prefer to consume me.