How must you feel up there? 

So exalted with such a haughty attitude. 

No one's inferior to your wise words, my dearest friend,

acting as though you have authority to judge.

You do not have permission.

Who gave you licence to pour hate down throats, 

bringing them a shameful disposition? 



No one likes a discouraging word slurring out of a drunkard's mouth, intoxicated on his own pride.

How do you feel, safe and secure? 

You were wrong. 

You judge the faith, lives, and actions based on your insecurities.



Words cut like blades to the skin, 

making people numb to feeling. 

Words cut like blades to the skin.

Why can't you realize what you are doing? 

Where is their self worth now? 



Running miles far away based on your invitation. 

Cage your mouth, and listen to your heart. 

We are beginning to end. 

Don't judge the loved. 

Stop hating the hurt. 



Quit living for such selfish demands. 

If you don't stop while you're ahead, 

pride will lead you to self-destruct. 

Kingdom come, no one is done. 

All have been forgiven. 

We are who we are from beginning to end.