Crowded by everyone in this small town

Persecuted, convoluted rumors are how they surround

There is no one to talk too

There is no one that believes you

There is nothing good seen about you

It’s not fair because of the work God did in you

You know your real intentions

They see hallucinations

You know your not like them

They put a price on your head

They push you into seclusion

Thank God for Gods peace in you

Thank God you yourself don’t fall for the delusion

Lies, lies and more lies from people who actively hate you

To believe those not truths make you insane too

Falsifying fake facts is such a dirty business

Too bad it hasn’t stopped anyone from making millions

To be in authority and also be corrupt

While trying so hard to break my family up

Good thing God sees what your doing

I hate to say it but I feel sorry for you truly

When the day comes and you get a taste of

Of how it feels to be lonely and crowded all in the same space

“ Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord”