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Movement of time collides with tear drop melody darkened angel to final day symphony: gun blasts in homeland enter familiar flesh- different tongues conceal common threads that makes us wounded souls call for God in bomb dimpled lands- far from American eyed reach and inside amidst spiritual sands Treading with foot print patterns around rock’s pure holiness meditating in temples laden in gold tributes seeking truth’s distant comfort guns blast in homelands families wonder why- pain embraces consciousness dripping hints of salvation into thick Iron pools of Christ’s calling red horse not so distant seven seals awakening run back to one it’s time to find love
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
Irie
Movement of time collides with tear drop melody darkened angel to final day symphony: gun blasts in homeland enter familiar flesh- different tongues conceal common threads that makes us wounded souls call for God in bomb dimpled lands- far from American eyed reach and inside amidst spiritual sands Treading with foot print patterns around rock’s pure holiness meditating in temples laden in gold tributes seeking truth’s distant comfort guns blast in homelands families wonder why- pain embraces consciousness dripping hints of salvation into thick Iron pools of Christ’s calling red horse not so distant seven seals awakening run back to one it’s time to find love
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
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