Doves crying
Peace and somberness sliver lining
Part the clouds golden shinning
Living by divine timing
Many souls sold by signing
Away from above hell looks like a rave
Ask the ****** see what they say
burning coals
Holy water crashing waves
Burning cold, soothing pains
Solely pain, flaming roads
Heated reigns, grasping twisted codes
Winding path as he carries the load
Whining calf
Sun of the father
the younger the voice, the older the writer
What if the hand that feeds, is also the biter
The stronger the resistance, the weaker the fighter
The stronger the horse the weaker the rider
So many seek the finder
But the feeder she stabs, see where it leads her
The knife wont cut so light up the heater