Trying to find what is lost. So much to learn.
It isn't your life, still you look for it. I feel its presence; it feels so soothing; life is good.

You won't find it, you found it, but you were born with it, keep looking.

I don't care; you're the one in danger! You better care, you will soon.
Life is gone, but is still here and is growing. We caused it pain. For that we feel its pain.
I fly over you every day. I pass you each night. It brought you light each morning.
Tears fell from heaven. I pray for you all. Rain falls for Heaven.
Fire flies up from hell, keep your hopes up, you'll need them.
A flock of doves cover the sky, peace between us all, God is here and is furious.
His work gone to waste, death is here.
Your soul is glazed with hate, now it's too late, thus the gate is closed.
Feel pain, your children are now boiling in the cauldron
Their flesh gone, your sorrow here.

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