As time goes on and the ground turns to ash as the rivers turn
To blood among the dust and wind I look toward the sky blood from
My eyes my heart ash and my soul crushed as I look at the sky
It turns as black as the night as black as the hole among men.
As my knees ripped and tore from the deking muss flesh
I walk on and on beaten and broken I seek nothing
More, than a place of grace I seek nothing more
Then a loving face.
Now I sit on the scorched ground as I look at it I see
My heart deking faster as my soul urns for yet
The loving touch as my tears of blood runs down my face
I fall into the winds of blood and time.
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