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Deaths makes life,
As life brings death.

Sweet voice of sorrow,
spoken into the wind.

Heaven gates golden bright,
Now broken and damaged,
What a horrible sight.

Blood cover rooms,
With people just smiling.

Putting on a mask,
Hoping to be hiding.

Once a wonderful world,
Now broken, battered and feared.

Telling lies to one another,
Thinking it'll be forgotten.

Love that is true,
Forgotten out of rage.

A smile that is to soon to fade,
Their bodies frozen in the ground they lay.

With their breath hitched,
Long forgotten will they be.

Thanks to deaths,
And the life it brings.