A deep shallow river runs across the path
A young elder girl cries a burdened laugh
The devil's angels bitterly protest
Hating her happiness
She offers her hands in friendly forgiveness
Beside her a mother weeping her best
Insulting her features, her wrinkle's regrets
Half heartily pounding her chest
Swarms sounds like storms when a rain drop appears
Within it a world of reality, love, death and fears
It strikes upon stone unearthing their souls, dissolving their pride
Uniting their pains and consuming their lives
Oh heaven be there
Oh hell be mercy
We destine ourselves for shade in the light
But maybe nothing will be just fine to find
~PsyqSol
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