Truth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?
ALETHEIA LIOLATruth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?
ALETHEIA LIOLACultural identity; warped and changed. Each of you thinks the other is to blame, It’s created this way, yet we all play a role. We could stop it today if we felt the truth in our souls.
ALETHEIA LIOLAAbstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.
ALETHEIA LIOLABe aware of the judgments that you and others conjure. The words reflect the inner world; the doctrines that you sponsor.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
ALETHEIA LIOLAForgiveness for others and yourself too will transform your world into a beautiful view.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHe dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.
ALETHEIA LIOLAMove from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.
ALETHEIA LIOLAClutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.
ALETHEIA LIOLAEndless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.
ALETHEIA LIOLAOn my worst days, I give the devil hell. On my best day, I hold a light for God to dwell.
ALETHEIA LIOLAMy bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.
ALETHEIA LIOLAOnly after you have fallen to the pits of despair, can you fly to the horizon of hope.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.
ALETHEIA LIOLATrust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility – without errors, mistakes, or fuck ups.
ALETHEIA LIOLA