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But no one said that'll get easy...
Constantly reminders are told,
Yet remember there will come the time
When the truth will be sold.
To us, there'll be said 'behold!'
'Faith may not pass this gate',
Our only greet by them, will be hate.
It is in our fate,
so why do you cry?
Over this life, no matter how hard you will try
There will always be, at least one little lie.
Remember the reminders and pass them on,
Do not be one of those who'll live when our truth is sold,
For a very small price, they'll spit on what is divine.
Hearts in no position, it has fallen off their chests,
A bullet has gone right through them,
with a hole remaining, hurt the heart
But left the beats, it still pounds.
You'd think there's a soul left, but it was long gone, due to a theft.
Empty human shells, with a beating device, and mind.
Don't be decieved, there's nothing in them to release, no faith that can increase or decrease.
Fallen humans,
Chosen for defeat.