Don't let the twisted blackened
road be your destrcution, find
the light to reavel the way,
wether it be human or immortal,
risking anger tears and empty
words, never will our prayers be
heard, a heart full a heart loving
echo's through his ears and with
faint words he will hear your
calll the miracles blind to the
eye but non the less are there
he is the man to bring peace to a
horrid life, the trust is there or
be it not be it milk and honey,
or be it a fiery torture you
choose....
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