Heaven shall crawl forward and backward
On this line and bridge of dread.
Hell brought danger to the men who forsook their soul,
Gently the devil has spoken of an independent activity.
Inside we see him in the lurking way, one of resentment
And this I mind and utter for forms of happiness.
They, the satanic people, shed blood for the heaven and hell,
Yet devils will speak differently from demons,
One spoke of godliness and the other not.
We do not believe in this, we did refuse them.
I think the heavenly feeling captured my heart
To bring your heart also.
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