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Heavenly The Face Of Truth

Can you hear me my lord? I send you my words, Through the night to go home. This battlefield will be my tomb, A fight without sense, Thrown me to the

The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly

human ears as souvenirs A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter Tape your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facing

this who can taste this cup of wrath And face my God face to face raw without a mask And grasp this concept and vomit truth from the belly to dispel the

heavenly bodies the story unfolds - time - the sun descends into the fading sky a face forming in the clouds telling me again the message understand my truth

all sets sections cruddy clicks crews and clans Gilgreens to Badlands, jump up, to understand I'm just a man, not the univeral architect We tread the face of this heavenly

like friends do chalked up and diagramed two folks, a common land, cant replace it no need to touch, already connected by these bracelets lets face it

heavenly melody that the people would be blessed speak for me Every brief encounter that you send my way is a chance to show the love you gave me i see their troubled faces

heavenly melody that the people would be blessed speak for me Every brief encounter that you send my way is a chance to show the love you gave me i see their troubled faces