man
my small frame
has held a lot of pain
yeah my eyes are not surprised
when they see rain
no, because they have gain
growth
of the utmost
yeah I seem to scream
and toast to my lost dreams
of meaning
yeah because my loved ones
life's
are now gleaming with Christ
but paradise is a slice
of Hell
to the people left with a breath
on Earth
but birth comes first
before the door of death
is open casket
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