“When Grace Leaves A Bad Taste…not every victory shines..some whisper ‘n sting ‘n leave an aftertaste…”

“Bad Taste…”

by Loia🏳

I sprayed a man… without a face—
I sprayed him… with my can of mace—
Unfortunately… seems it went to waste—
Fortunately— I left him… with a real bad taste…

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Interpretation (by Loia):
I fight darkness… with what I have—
GOD fights it… with who and what HE is…
Together… we are a team—
leaving a bad taste… in the mouth of evil…

Fragments of Loia — where the broken laugh, the faithful ache, and grace writes the last line.