Marcus walked out of the church ten minutes later. The sun was setting, painting the sky in defiant oranges and purples. He still had to call the landlord. He still had to find a job. But as he started his car, he hit the back button on the CD player.
He stood up, his boots echoing on the floor. He started to pace. By the time the song reached its climactic chant— “It won’t work!” —Marcus was shouting it back. Fred Hammond - No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper
The music started again. He wasn't a man retreating from a fight anymore; he was a man walking through one, knowing the victory was already written in the lyrics of his life. Marcus walked out of the church ten minutes later
