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There's a tear in my soul,
a whimper from the hell I created.
The torture so sweet, the pain divine,
Can I get out? I need to see freedom. . .
Spreading wings and wisps of fire,
the angels and daemons encompass me.
I look at the hordes and choirs
of angels, and my soul trembles. . .
Maria, oh the glory and peace
of your heart. Madonna, my Lady of pain,
I hear your cries and see the Fleece
of the bloody Lamb, your Son, oh the pain. . .
Mother Mary, Matriarch of Love and Compassion
aid me in your song, the angels salute
you and bless your name, the nation
is falling and needs your grace.
Father, Father, heed my call, come to the saints
of this troubled time. Hell's gates have
opened and like an artist paints,
we are colored by its pain. . .
Father lead the chosen, the dear,
show the way to the Light, Divine and True.
The Peace shows bright, near
Your Heart, our strength will grow. . .
GOD ALONE
discipline replaced faith.
Out of time his stories unfold
to help the poor the sick the dying and the old
but now few hear him, and those that do must hid.
If he could see them if he would return
what would the say? nothing.
so what would he do?!
Lost souls...
In a stable the king was born.
before a cross his mom did morn.
"love all," he taught, "judge not."
but man forgot his words
and in the name of the prince of peace
killed, tortured and maimed
is this the evils unnamed.
With words of hope his story's told
to aid the dying, the young and the old
but how few see him or do what was wanted.
if he could see them if he would picture
what would he say? " I never new you"
Then what would he do!?!
Lost souls...
In the darkness, finding hope,
and using that as a soap,
cleanse the world of vicious lies.
and remember the truths in their lives
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