“I am sweeping through The Gates, washed in the blood of the Lamb” he said Disputing the world, the word, the line, the hook This strength will carry me through
I negate all need for positive, I exist, I thrive. The line and hook merely barb in my side there is no less than all We resist we thrive, we fail just being alive
In my eyes, On my side I am sweeping through the Gate, no less than all