We're miniature Gods
We're winning
Against all odds
Thriving
Under any weather
Flourishing
Even without shelter
Nourishing
Mothers and
Fathers
We carry it all inside
The darkness
From light can not hide
The bad has always
To obide
To the good
That's the power
of choice
Your decision
To have a Voice
Although it was taken from others
We have for ourselves
To discover
All the quests in our life
Accomplish all missions
As darkness from light can not hide
Death has to obide
It can't reside
Next to life
Adam and Eve
thought they could manage
And they created a savage
So we ended up
Miniature Gods
Not able to keep life into life
Needing Jesus being crucified
Stabbed with a knife
Actually it was a spear
To verify his death
Was not only near
But that it had passed him
Surpassed him
Death has really harassed him
But he's not a miniature God
Because he has paid
with all of his blood
Under extreme pain
So we can
Live a life without vain
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