Poem : of the thorn is possession ; From Nicole Smith
Magic words
count to three give me your words
give me a word
underwater and overjoyed water for a thirsty soul
convert me into your land
own the spirits overcome
Body Mind skin to bone
and Thrones going to make it known
it's coming alive with you I was living a lie through you
and other people said Deeds
Deeds all Deeds
and Direction days here
sounds ringing loud and clear
Monarch to a butterfly raise it to another lie I'm coming to a lifetime with you I was living a lie through you I'm coming to a lifetime with you
and all the people would say Deeds all Deeds
and all the people would say all Deeds all Deeds
from Death to light from dark to life
and every word I say you gave it all and I'll give it all to you
I'm overwhelmed by you head up the world listening this is my confection you're my obsession
of the thorn is possession
and other people say these Deeds
these days all Deeds
from Death to light
from dark to light
these days are out tonight
Poem of the thorn is possession From Nicole Smith
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