Fearless Lines

 Here are 6 things the devil is innocent of that many people don't know, 1)Your bad decisions 2)Your lack of discipline  3)Your refusal to forgive 4)Your uncontrolled anger 5)Your laziness disguised as prayer 6)And Habits you refuse to change • The devil tempts but the choice is yours.

 I It was never just a number, it was a test wearing a symbol. A shadow asking the soul who it truly belongs to. II It spread through trade and thrones, through hunger dressed as peace. Not burned into flesh, but pressed into allegiance. III The world bowed to convenience, called survival wisdom. Truth was hunted into corners, and courage learned to whisper. IV But the count ran out of breath. The shadow met a louder name. What rose on fear collapsed in fire, and the false crown cracked. V Then light claimed what it always owned. The faithful stood, still standing. The mark vanished like smoke, and the last word was life. . - Fearless Lines ©2026

 As we celebrate in life, irrespective of the course, let's not forget to checkmate our excesses during the realm of excitement, because atimes our excitement can make our celebration short-lived.

I Let it drift with the gravity of then, Let the flame write my leaving in ash. Let it fall till I’m standing in ruin, For loving you now bars the doors I once had. II Let it thin, every promise undone, Let the sparks bruise the ribs of my chest. Let it sink; this soil breathes only poison, We both know nothing living grows here. III Let it break, it’s beyond being saved, Let it rain on the bones of my hope. Let it glow; even fire learns silence, Every light casts a hunger for dark. IV Let it slip, there’s no circle back home, Let it burn as it rests in my sight. Let it end; this road’s lost all its language, It was luck, reckless luck That you were once mine. V Yes, I know I went straight for your heart, Pulled the thread till the fabric gave way. I should’ve run, disappeared into distance, No undoing, no mercy for what we became. VI And I hear what you’ll say: “It’s too late.” No excuses, no hands left to hold. Still, if time ever loosened its grip, I’d return in a breath, just to lo...

 I Through all my years upon this earth, I’ve wandered through the minds of many, Sojourned across distant places and borrowed walls, Homes I once departed from, Yet somehow never truly left. II A home I return to in my quiet hours, Where fear is rewritten and love takes new shape, Where pain is repainted in softer colours, Making release gentler than remembrance. III As fresh memories are formed, the home reveals itself, Etching its essence into the very fibres of who I am. IV So when the pull pushes you away, And the push draws you nearer, It is not the past calling you back, It is the home, reminding you never left. . ©2026