Battled Souls


Truth is hard to swallow
Loving hearts do not wallow
Souls of light blue glitter pain
Instead of those of ember shame
That's how God made us follow
To show us Satan growls and grovels
Pain is proof you're not dead
It's never too late to be fed
Red is the pain at Satan's door
Burning, boiling stop no more
Gold is the light, the will the way
Hope is yours at Heaven's stay
Faith is a test a numbered page
Study every second, pass this phase
You never know when death will fly
Will you fall down or will you fly high
Remembrance are the words spoken
Your loved ones will hold that token
We are equal, the rich and the poor,
In the afterlife of pain no more
A battle for you is underway
A victor must win, but who will it be?
It takes a second to kneel and pray
And ask God into your heart to stay
Truth is hard to swallow
Loving hearts do not wallow

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