I While i tread through paths where life and pain groans.. Walking past time, beyond the halls of kings. As i walk through the valley where sin moans Towards the hills and plains where terror sings. Let me abide in the ruins of glory. In the fields where grasses are made of gold. Let righteousness design me the story. On the myrtle shrubs of mysteries untold. For i wish in this life no hunger more. Than the hunger for the streets of heaven On the fertile plains where fountains explore. yonder heights, in eternity's coven.. Let me not in this life of vain befall. The whims of sin, as i await thy call.. II The tides of the sea say to its shores. "We can never be, no, not for too long, Shall i hope in earnest, on faceless mirrors. Till ruin becomes the honeyed song" On life's lane we walk without foresight.. We walk as dead men bound to time Hoping for light in the abundance of light. Trapped in the dungeons of predating crime But look to...
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