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gathered in the holy place 
Their voices they in worship raise, 
Their anthems swell where God doth dwell, 
Mid angels’ song of praise. 

Despised

Hell would weep in fear for him
Even deities won't escape my judgement
Angels gods and daemons fall behind me
False idols fearful of the prophecy

Waiting still for God to speak
My angel, silently she weeps
I listen for the words that never come

Haunted still by past regret
The wailing ghosts

want to be erased
By some other pretty face
When you begin to love and say
Goodnight
Goodnight my sweet girl
Goodnight
The thought just makes me throw up

Oh the angel of mercy has he forgot
Or will he he just wait on the shore?
I’m sailing out for the Spanish coast
And I’m sure to go rovin’ no more

By

drink with winos or with dinos
Nor sip from Bloody Mary by the Med
I will raise a glass from lad to poorer lass
I shall be careful where both tongue

violin.
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.
O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.
That what has been

joyful and towering in their glory

There I see two pious and innocent youths snatched suddenly
From amidst their host by flying Devils and carried to Hell

Here is where Truth Dies
Damon
Just close your eyes
We say our goodbyes
No Tears left to Cry
And I don’t know Why
He’s by your side
Waiting to 
Im Here

of a guiding star

One night lowly shepherds, awaken in fright
By Angels announcing a birth on that night, singing

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, He’s the King
Who

Sometimes the Lord demands a chunk out of some great sinners' lives
Where they disavow their vices and recant their many lies
Where the angels start rejoicin

carried away
And sometimes we get carried away
To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
We don't even

And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
And, behold, there

back
Man my scars run deep
So keep my loves so close
Cause our days are numbers
Anybody could go
Sometimes it feels like it best if go
Where lo who knows

hand
We is from the land where the Klan with the rope up in they hand
Tryna do us Peter Pan, hope we never grow up
Pac only made it 25, and he die,

of dirt 
And twenty-four relations stood
By the side of a pauper's grave pit 
Lamenting how 
He did some good
Oh please
Let me go
When i'm ready to meet

by peter s. bliss c2014 Curlyjams Music BMI

Weep for the lives
We've lost all the time
How can we escape
The prison that we have made
How could we be so blind
I have wasted time
Sitting while

forlorn.

Verse 3

We’ll wait for Moan Lisa to join the debate
Or maybe all the Angels at St Peter’s gate
We’ll wait for the Wise Men to arrive from the East

This verse was ghost written by Capital STEEZ
I'm high cause I fly with Loriana's angel wings
Not cause I smoke weed, we in the era of the Pros
If

In the silence of the night, where shadows softly weep,  
I can still hear your voice, in the secrets that I keep.  
We were sisters in the dark,

to animate
Peter pass the Tab
Sit next to Esemjay
Call Rahkamel,Say I love You
Walk to Buka 2
Send to Giwa
Grab noodles
Walk by The Relaxation Spot
Freestyle

she don't love me. She in love with my rags I got the angel of death telling me to fall back. I love taking narcotics by the teaspoon. I love fucking

Moonlight Pact

Pagan's Mind

Infinity Divine

you descend 
Where your dreams dwell
Enclosed by endless peace 
A silent hush through 
Branches of trees 
Enforced by earth to leave 

[Chorus]