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Cries of Our Lives


Lives flying, silent cries and teary eyes What more pain could you bring The sweet whispers of lies The passionate song that Death sings The lost hope that soon flies Along with those majestic wings What more destruction could we bring? We laugh, dance and continue our ways Forgetting our sins that we made Pushing those horrible deadly knives Into those that have paid to save our worthless lives We forgive and forget That's what we do best To blame those that are strong To feed off more of our wrong To worship our masters Wishing to die faster We shout at our Savior to help us We plead with undying lust We haunt his heart with greed Trying our best to only feed Whatever more that he could possibly bring Father's...are you proud of your broken child? Mother's...are you happy with a fatherless child? Children...are you safe with your soul defiled? Humans...is this the life you so desired?
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