Tides and storms

Looking out the windows of my soul shade my eyes from the beast trying to claw his way out every time I speak. Words are life so speak life not death. My toungue is sharp and cuts like a two edged sword knowing this makes it more of an importance to water there soul and dwell only on the things above. He laughs in my head just wait til you have had enough I will control sperpant. You bow to a female you drop to your knees, strong man he says. Damn strong man I reply. For this not the energy that is remale or masculine that brings evil to his knees or cowards to flee it’s the presence that I AM has blessed thee with. A since of self and a fear of the lord. Will always prevail.