The Incantation

"The Incantation" By: Jarrell Brackett I was not embraced by the village, I burn it down to feel its warmth. (Chorus) Once a child with dreams so pure, from the shadows where I tread, Now a fire you can’t ignore. Fueled by rage, by what was said. Scars are real, yet unseen. Words like daggers, sharp and keen Now writes words with real bite An incantation of pure spite (Verse 1) Push me out, call me a sin, Fear the truth, where to begin? You called me weak, you shut me down, these emotions,