The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Lord, give me wisdom as the years go by, Show me who’s real before they look me in the eye. Guard my heart from the ones who only come to steal, Let discernment be my sword, let Your truth be my shield. Lord, give me wisdom as the years go by, Show me who’s real before they look me in the eye. Guard my heart from the ones who only come to steal, Let discernment be my sword, let Your truth be my shield. The older I become, the more the circle shrinks, Once crowded room now echoes with the sound of missing links. New faces wear smiles like tailored suits, carefully designed, But their kindness is a contract written in invisible fine lines. They offer motivation with one hand, while the other keeps receipts, Constantly reminding me of every favor, every “good deed.” Vampires dressed as allies, sucking joy out of my veins, Then vanish like the wind once my energy is drained. Lord, give me wisdom as the years go by, Show me who’s real before they look me in the eye. Guard my heart from the ones who only come to steal, Let discernment be my sword, let Your truth be my shield. I’ve watched the ones I trusted turn love into a debt, Weaponizing memories of the times they helped me stand erect. Friendship became transaction, connection became control, Their smiles hide the hunger of a deeply selfish soul. I’m done with masked intentions and calculated affection, Tired of giving pieces of myself to those with hidden collections. So I’m on my knees praying, crying out from the depths, Give me eyes that see the serpent before it takes another breath. It’s your goddess… Zeirlith. Rise above.
