Sparks fly like rows of ammunition
Like storytellers with messages on a mission
Taking prisoners with no effort to acquit
Spewing prophesy that will make the devil sick
Messengers walking worthy without stumble
Carrying the word in hand without fumble
Standing strong and looking regal
Elevated high like an Eagle
Always showing humility
Not proud because of ability
No words given to strangle
No webs being weaved to tangle
Words falling from the mouth of God
No spoiling or sparing the rod
Efforts not in haste
No words will be waste
Rivers of living waters
Showing refuge to our daughters
Coming to loosen the chains
Flooding down on cities like rain
Chasing the hearts & minds of our sons
Urging them to put down the guns
Raising up the bullets of shame
Deafened by the sound of our name
Words carried on the backs of the old
Seeking to tell…
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Kai Mann 