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Some things just don't exist at all,

walking with you looking

for something not found

and the older you get,

time will tear us apart

of what was and will not be.

They will become the land

where they came from,

can see in the eyes of my brothers,

that burn distracted by

the blindness of an

unanswered question,

pleading skyward,

where no one will answer

it will burn more than meat,

in its fear and despair.

Burned his pain, oh please,

Father once again forgive them!

Some things just don't exist at all

The way of the cross is why they bleed

under the thorns of his ignorance,

follow the lamb, killing begins.

Father, oh please, forgive them.

They don’t know what they are doing.

Under the thorns of his ignorance,

follow the lamb, killing begins.

They don’t know what they are doing.

Pleading skyward,

where no one answers,

it will burn more than meat,

in its fear and despair.

Burned his pain, oh please,

Father forgive them!

You will see them fall into darkness,

where there is no altar to pray to,

begging pity fall from his shadow,

where you will never be with them.

Endless memories can not deny,

how many sins, you have in mind.

They have adhered to their faith.

They are dreaming of you,

that you direct them,

hallucinating, wasting sanity, salvation. x3