The Fathers heart here
falls to ground and rains so pain of loss is drowned. In floods of blood that men will mourn, in rest of death new world is born. Blinded in time, a frozen fruit, they long for song but mouths are mute. They search the earth and then they die, broken by Hope in holes they lie. This moment hides the future truth, eternal stage, an age of youth. Overt the hurt that holds them here for deep in dirt wounds wait to heal... Awakened by Her rising sound, the Love they lost a- gain be found. Mystical Rose that grows on ice brings souls unwhole back in to life.
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