Raw, unflinching, and unapologetically Texan, these poems and articles ride the line between prayer and protest, gospel and grit. But these writings are not born from applause; they are forged in the will of the God who begot me with a relentless hunger for justice, a holy contempt for deceit, and a refusal to bow to corruption. I write with the prayer that each line will be a whip of cords, each stanza an overturned table, each truth spoken loud enough to scatter the moneychangers.
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