I See Our Soul,
There moving in so many ways sometimes there come in different ways sometimes they die within our hands sometimes they are bright in all good ways .but something wants to rip them away.you hear them walk in different rooms you hear a noise that's not explain .you feel a grip you can't explain.it will bring you down to try to take away the soul you hold today but all and all you will do what you please.and it watches with it claw's in hand it wants you too lose the Faith .The light you have today will die unless you hold your life up high .when we take are last breath.The truth will come will he The claw take your Soul and win the fight .destroy your plight, or will you Praise The Lord and take your Soul it's up to you I'm only Words, I'm The Messenger.
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