Can you withstand this thunder, this attitude dipped in hot sauce. They call it miraculous, deep fried in honey and whiskey. They call me sweetness. You can call me baby. I’m an echo of God, I’m a whirlwind of sanctification. I speak like punches to your sternum. I speak like crushing windpipes. I ate the apple. I stole the fire. I wrestled with Atlas and they call me Israel. Blessings on blessings, I come heavy like whipped cheese cream. Liberty, that’s what they call my soul. That’s the aftertaste of my flesh. Savory like freedom. 


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