Tongue Massacre

RIP MC Slice 'Em Up

I used be armed with a deadly weapon. I would take it out whenever I felt threatened. Sometimes it was concealed, but if anyone did anything to make me mad... BANG! I would pull it out with the quickness. Sometimes I would tease people like they do in those shoot 'em up movies, where they kind of patted their holsters in a menacing way. I even battled others who thought they had a bigger and better weapon, but mine was always quicker.This weapon injured a lot of people some innocent, some not. I had no remorse. I was a cold-blooded murderer. My family used to call me MC Slice 'Em up! I was proud. Then one day I looked at myself in the mirror after I had just committed my latest assault with a deadly weapon. I was alarmed by what I saw. My face was red, my body was trembling, and I was breathing like I had been fighting Mike Tyson and Evander Holyfield. I was possessed by evil. I hit the mirror in frustration and didn't even feel the broken glass that shredded my bloody knuckles. I needed help *y'all, because this evil spirit was consuming me. I called out to the Lord and he answered my prayers. I asked him to please take this weapon away from me before I mutilated another human being. He comforted me and said, "I am not going to take it away from you, but I will turn what was used for bad and turn it into something good." It may surprise many of you to know that I still have that weapon today, only I don't use it as a weapon, oh don't get me wrong I will use it to shut Satan down when he comes a-knocking, but no more will I slay my innocent brothers and sisters. My tongue is now the most valuable asset that I own.

Can anyone out there relate?

Be Blessed *Y'all.