Filled

Wondering when you will turn around
To listen to me and what I have to say
Or will you banter off like a banshee
Ignoring the inevitability

I know my place in all of this
Positioned favourably as of late
I have a sword that cuts through strife
Beyond the inspiration for new words

So become that which you were meant to be
On fire as always inspiring even to the young
No rhyme with this one
Careful, I am filled with His blood

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