The Foe at the Front Door,
Their fall, we must weave.
By BoJenn
I Call RELEASE!
By chain and shackle, I call release.
By shadow’s hand, I summon peace.
Frailty, theft, and all deceit —
Fall away; your hand’s hold defeat.
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The foe at the front door trembles,
for the house is not theirs,
the children are not theirs,
the future is not theirs.
We bind their lies into knots of dust.
We cut their grasp with shears of flame.
We weave a fabric strong and clean,
a garment no tyrant can wear.
We will overcome
My art
Be under grace and not under judgment
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