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gods children. Reaching out to touch you. Reaching to the stars We ask that life be Kind. And watch us from above. We hope each soul will find. Another soul to love Let this be your prayer. Just
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old glories. But now the, the glories have died Lonely men who are tortured. Once proud but not for long. Gnarled hands hold canes. Where the guns once were before Taunted by the children. Whose
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From the reign I've built. Of shame and guilt. I go back and take a look. At myself and what. I have done so far. At the bridge she's. Dying waiting 'til light. No choice to go. Backward, it was. Okay
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to christian the heathens. But it's connected to that vision of us as superior. Beings. And the world's darkest history. His story is my story it ain't no mystery. Why our children seeking
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Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee?. I'm gonna send thee one by one. One for the little bitty, baby. Born of the Virgin Mary. Who's born, born, born in Bethlehem Children, go
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could be simple but you never fail. To complicate it every single time. . You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life. But you blow it on a bottle of wine. . Like a baby you're a
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You know I never, I never seen you look so good. You never act the way you should but I like it. And I know you like it too, the way that I want you. I gotta have you, oh yes, I do You know I never
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Go!. . Conflict, terror, hear that noise. You're on the edge of a nerve-racking force. But, oh, my god, here's the fight. Never siege, never riot, must defy. . When you look at me, what do you
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To the fucker who let me have a life in the dark,. Till the day my life ran out. Well a day in the dark, a bloody lust of wind, wanna know what it's about? It's not like your gonna need me or I'm go
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I was born in ashes of molten hatred. Raised by demons in abodes of the dead. The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path. Wrecked by mangled wounds of life. I have become become the resurrec
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Go!. . Conflict, terror, hear that noise. You're on the edge of a nerve-racking force. But, oh, my god, here's the fight. Never siege, never riot, must defy. . When you look at me, what do you
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Go!. . Conflict, terror, hear that noise. You're on the edge of a nerve-racking force. But, oh, my god, here's the fight. Never siege, never riot, must defy. . When you look at me, what do you
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butcher, and the people that I meet. The children in the playground, the faces that I see. All races and religions, that's America to me. . The place I work in, the worker by my side. The little town
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. . He walks in the club with love in his eyes. S*** steps flock flockin females by his side. Lookin scrumptious, even though he ain't tryin'. Finest thing that you ever did see. S*** creation had his
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Nightmare, mass depression, silent screams out there. Dammit, into darkness something that'll never rise. Darkness, in this something that the world that follows rhyme. Impetrate, simplest wine, de