When devastation makes us forsake,
Let love partake,
Ask for strength to repair the sorrow,
But let all follow,
Death will equal pain as
love will equal happiness,
Would you reap the path of disdain or fulfillness,
Pray all your sorrows to god in the messiahs name,
But understand without, you can not sustain,
Be diligent to his work,
For satin hides in murk,
Know life is delicate,
So intricate,
Life may be difficult,
Not a cult,
Heaven is to great,
Hell is to mistake,
Its up to us to choose our path,
Gods righteousness or satanic laugh,
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