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Flies of misery
Eyes of pain
stare my haunted soul
my lifes a plegful tub of hate,
with satans red hot coals
lord lift my soul from the devils hands so i will be your saint
an i can save my brothers soul from SINNFUL, LUSTFUL, HATE.
lord touch my mind and save my soul for all my familys sake.
so they will see my highest peak,
on the mountain of a saint.
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The bible calls her a vircuos woman
for her price is far above rubies
with a heart that has many bountys
to supply and aid many countrys
she guides her seed with strength and strengthened arms
with the slight tilt of the sun you see her many charms
strength and wisdom are her very clothing
with the constant images of independent composing
I feel my body and souls disclosing
as the remain of hate start decomposing
her work is endless needless to say
as her display of convey keep my mind at bay
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As the grace of my lord invade my segments
my soul stears from satins decent
with his hateful lament
and his constent resent
the feel of my soul is in malcontent
i never look back at the shadows in black
but insteed look ahead at the living dead
for I will never become blined to the wise mans sin
for he can lead me to sin again
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warm tears fall from my weakened eyes to the tathered ground
as my ears begain to silence the sound
shadows of evil surround my presents
as spirits of light fall in my essence
my brother....
my brother....
your nearing the light
just try to repent and continue your fight
as the paster raise my hands in this joyous occasion
i felt the spirits of darkness evasion
the invasion of my lord enter my personal equation
now what is going to be my ceremonial occasion?
my eyes begain to brighten i am no longer lost
as the city of fallen angels start to pay their own cost.
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The rain makes me insane
when it hits my window pain
my face makes a frown
when the sun comes around
my brothers aren't here
"where are you"? i can not see.
i thought that my race was free to believe
why aren't we free
why aren't you here
why do i frown when the sun comes around
as the rain starts to stop
my pain starts to drop
my frown starts to smile
then my sun come around
our pain is over
now were free!!!
my race can see new times and believe.....
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A distant society of lost souls and tathered clothes
people finding their way in the dark with their eyes clothed
how come im still here tring to find my way out
when my oppertunity is lurking as a shadow about
how come my tears only fall from the left side down
only to hit the cold hard ground
as my life comes to an end
I pray that the lord accepts my in
I pray his grace will keep me dear
to make my hear clean and clear
an if not then satan damn my soul
arm me with arrows, bows, and harden clothes
cause imma solder, the enemy, a warrior within
with nothing to lose,
but new life to begain.
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lost minds and hidden souls
things becoming unreal
where am i at, i can not see
my eyes are very shreal
i have no help no one in sight
my heart is at its flight
blinded by my own self pity
im guided from the light
mislead by shadows and chronic sinners
i feel like im a killer
lord clean my heart and save my soul
so i wont meet the devil
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Streets filled with hopeless regret
kids with lives their tring to forget
brothers wasting valuable time
only to further see their demise
hope is the brother that dosent give up
to always go strong even through tough
hope is the teenage girl with a baby
yet even through her tears she earns an education
these streets of misery and lost souls
are filled with satins red hot coals
Satan loosen your grip from my brothers mind
so that they will not see your hateful demise
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