It's deaths intention We pass through the certain awaits Upholding the pleasures at hand God given traits Living with scars Through bleak accession We task through disaster we face In fear of rejection we stand God given grace To live again Taken by the ones we force Without a solitary reason It's like solace from the shade Don't see it any other way It's deaths inception we must take With dark intention A passing the certain awaits With holding pleasures At hand all that gods given drained Living with scars Living with scars Taken by the ones we force Without a solitary reason It's like solace from the shade Without a solitary reason It's like solace from the shade
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