I like that look of resolve I get when I get punched in the face. I went from a superior smile to a crooked one with broken teeth and I still do not bow down to your lack of wisdom.
They pushed you in your feelings and had you wandering around in the physical world. My mind was somewere else. I was in outer space and trekking into a new universe.
What in the wolrd made you think you could even find me. So that face you punch is long gone and that moment of victory you were looking for has long since left you.
But keep in mind that Im coming for you. My boots are relentless and my army is spirit-filled. My teeth are buried in your neck and my torso spazzed so hard that you dont even know what hit you.
So I ask you before you start down this path, I want to realize with clarity that I am not backing down.