Fathoms Cries Humanity--
Fathom, I the stars shine;
Reaching high;
My optics visions cry;
Where are you brother suicide
Mothers why won't you cry;
Daughters go back home;
Sons why do you deny;
Papa yet you rome;
Reaching high;
My optics visions cry;
Moon beams surround the skies;
Angels and demons battle;
Christians and sinners say what's the matter;
The animals cry among themselves Jesus is coming;
He's parted the first heavens;
While humans follow the calling of the Antichrist;
He so natural, seems so nice;
Fathom the stars cry;
Moonbeams drop, children run and hide;
Bloods flowing down the streets;
Reaching high;
Fathom, I the stars shine;
Cries the plight of humanity
6/8/19
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