JONAH NO MORE

Written from the belly of the beast...

The slime my ink, the rumblings my thoughts... 

Thinking about the mission, thinking about the call 

It was crisp – Write till there’s nothing left 

Till the world hears 

Till the last arrow has been struck… 

The reward was a crown up above 

Yet I sought glitters down here 

Hunting nothing, nothing of value 

I trusted my plans over yours 

Allowed their wants swallow my needs 

I jonahed, not just myself but my home 

In my search for sparkles, I brought home thorns 

I am sorry. 

I want the mission now. I need it.

If you would have me and lead me again 

Sever the strings that make me lead 

Gold me up 

Scale my eyes to these false lights 

Drown my fears of the unknown with your UNKNOWN 

For a day in the dark with you beats 1000 years in a lit up fallacy 

I don’t wanna be a Jonah no more 

I know you sent me here to be more like Paul 

So, swallow me 

Do not vomit me till the scrolls have been written; 

my ink your blood,

my thoughts your Spirit,

my words be You 

Make me you in flesh... 

Flow Elion flow 

Flow Elion flow 

Till all that is left of this Jonah is Paul.

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