I have seen that God, that man of old.
His withered body, beneath this earth.
His lonely eyes, his lonely face.
He hides beneath this lonely place.
He cries a tear, for all he has done.
He cries a tear, for all who have gone.
And though I leave him now, I hope.
He finds his place, in his lonesome self.
Emmahleee
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