Short – VVision
I saw a vision—a city united, full of peace and purpose. But when I woke, it was gone. I asked God, “Why?” I tried to help—first with purity, then pride. I became what I hated, thinking it would save others. It broke me. Depression came, and death drew close. But God pulled me away, into silence and healing. I repented. Some still want me out. But I won't die in the place that tried to bury me. The enemy failed—I’m still here. My scars speak. I’m not here to destroy, But to reach the forgotten And remind them: God still hears.