All sons will lose their mothers,
If men ashamed for past things done.
Sometimes lost without lovers,
World war rages till no one won.
Cascades of Heaven shine bright,
Closing the doors of damnation.
Tears and prayers divine sight,
God’s final say contemplation.
To fear the things we don’t like,
So natural we want destroyed.
What made enemies to psych,
In need of friends lost to a void.
To be broken last to see?
Wishing pain never to be…
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
All sons will lose their mothers,
If men ashamed for past things done.
Sometimes lost without lovers,
World war rages till no one won.
Cascades of Heaven shine bright,
Closing the doors of damnation.
Tears and prayers divine sight,
God’s final say contemplation.
To fear the things we don’t like,
So natural we want destroyed.
What made enemies to psych,
In need of friends lost to a void.
To be broken last to see?
Wishing pain never to be…
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