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Faith Unkind

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The sky weeps And we’re all oblivious For the wolves drink the wine Whilst the sheep seek lush pastures in bush fires. No words are said just howling in the distance The ritual of of the black knight begins For his tongue is made of vipers His prowess is of cold steel Yet his spirit is dead and knows no remorse The sky speaks yet no one understands And the pure of heart gave up up on their demands. Thunder strikes and smiths the wrong An avenging wave of notes into song So cast your faith into the fire Rise up and seek what you admire for nation build on pillars of sand Cannot withstand the weight of the land

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