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Standing before the door of the one I call god
My entrance has been denied- forever lost
Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind
If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold

Burning sun of hope
A blackened path in my way

Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away
Hearing the wind whisper of souls
Why must I stand amongst the void
Standing before the door of the one I call god   My entrance has been denied- forever lost   Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind   If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold      Burning sun of hope   A blackened path in my way      Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away   Hearing the wind whisper of souls   Why must I stand amongst the void
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