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| Untitled 2 - II turn to the skies In search for answers But black clouds roll in and it rains swords of chaos, deceit and hypocrisy into my eyes The pain is unbearable I quickly turn the other way My bloody wounds heal once more And so are the untrusted heavens left Faith saved for yet another day. _______________________________________________________________________________________ |