Dec 2016
God did not intend you to die
He intended you to live
For all the abuses
For all the suffering
For each and every wound
God gave you a gift
This weaponry, this arsenal, this armour
Of talents, arts, voice
is a fire to the demons in your head
Purge the monsters
Purify them with your fire
God is always with you
God did not let you suffer in vain
He did so, so, you may learn
learn to survive, to fight, to win
Survival is in your family
It is in your *blood
Your Mother, Grandfathers
Great Grandparents
You are of the land of the dragon
You are of the land of God
Your blood of warriors Celtic born
Your blood is of Moses and Abraham
Your blood will pass onto your daughter
In your womb, lies the power of creation
The gift of life, to forge a soul
In your womb is the blood of Ariel
In your womb is the blood of Cymru
God did not intend you to die
He intended you to live
To live, to survive, to fight
Is in your *blood
He intended you to live
For all the abuses
For all the suffering
For each and every wound
God gave you a gift
This weaponry, this arsenal, this armour
Of talents, arts, voice
is a fire to the demons in your head
Purge the monsters
Purify them with your fire
God is always with you
God did not let you suffer in vain
He did so, so, you may learn
learn to survive, to fight, to win
Survival is in your family
It is in your *blood
Your Mother, Grandfathers
Great Grandparents
You are of the land of the dragon
You are of the land of God
Your blood of warriors Celtic born
Your blood is of Moses and Abraham
Your blood will pass onto your daughter
In your womb, lies the power of creation
The gift of life, to forge a soul
In your womb is the blood of Ariel
In your womb is the blood of Cymru
God did not intend you to die
He intended you to live
To live, to survive, to fight
Is in your *blood
(Reading, uk)
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