• No nolonger spoken of the wrongdoers and wat comes to past of them or wat will become of their being. This is recognition for the voices of the good. Life is like a flower and depening on the handler and who u are takin care by u can become a rose or a venus fly trap. The strugglers shall reap the benefits in the end for santification is right. Though the demons beat and mangle them with words wen they open their mouths it is fruit for our souls and sour milk for the deniers as cower into the shadow and freet from truth but little by little shed a dark strand day by day by listenin to us spit our own scriptures. They send blantant messages we take as a compliment and send our cryptic message that questions their dark heart making them want to change. Though they feel their own bein is an army of its own though they feel they abode on themeselves they have followers who wanna be in their guide of light. We have the power to move moutains, words so powerful it cuts deeper than the blade itself, wen spoken the truth we feed the right with nutrition and burn the hatred of the oppreser setting them free for anyone be in truth they are a new creature. Rebirthed into a new light. So let it be heard and sing the high chords of life as the young listen to the harp of righteousness setting their minds in the right place. Let the voice sing the high sopranos and confront the low altos overpowering thier tunes and setting them free no longer outkast that roams the land. Be the teacher and share your lyrics of pain and joy so that they can learn the song and teach others in distrought. Let ur voice hug the weak thaw out the pain with reinsure that you'll be there to the end. And let the chorus sing whenever a voice is outta tune wen going against the darkside. Break the bracades of hate let the voices hear our melodies. This is the Beauty of the voice and let it be heard...Amen