Truth
Where can we go when our eternal pain from the sins around us is growing.
let us shed the blood and tears just for the happiness we look for, the dire need for a
miracle, desire for redemption .
break the bones from me to have others the path to freedom from the world. let the
mountains fall and see the truth we were promised.
Let's end this masquerade party , show the beauty and thge ugly of our trusted ones. have
the branches help one another for a stronger tree to give the perfect fruit.
words are the rain that comes down to help and to demolish what we are. may the mothers
know that they are graceful.
the fathers who stands in their place to support the tree.
let the fathers who had ran from the sun live for eternal with the moutains on the their back
cracking.
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