And the noise of the Axe,
Then under the roar of the machine I went..
Only to fly till the END...
The end I thought but the beginning it was.
The beginning of the words that came from god...
For the broken soul in the land.
God scribbled all promises for the soul on me...
was on midway to reach the END....
God gave me in the hands of a stranger..
The stranger who carried me for the poor soul...
The stranger had no sense,
How crucial those words of God were..
In between he met a storm... he left the papers and disappeared..
Gods words were still there with me ....
But i could not reach That poor fellows hands...
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