His Life Will Never Be The Same Again - Poem by Michael Willson
Every known man have seen blood,
Every single dropp will become a mud.
No such song has be singed,
No one's God have been bleed.
Every single heart beats the other,
Diffrent as each oder,
But the one heart beats for all of us,
And it have to continue, it must, it must.
If it stops to beat,
The sillence will stop 'ur feet.
The tree of life will fall on us,
The chaos will seek the blue bus.
Then the unborn man wll see,
Then rain and drops won't made,
Every song will be singed,
And Gods will meet the blood.
Oh Gods, Oh Gods,
What the world become!
From a lake to the holem
He come, he come.
Oh, oh, we will make a
World a better place.
A place to stay and make,
The prey, the prey,
A bird of prey.
And his life will
Never be the same,
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