WHAT IT MEANS
Living a life of destruction,deception overload. No longer know, truth from lies, on the wrong wide winding road.
No one to blame while facing the flames, of the fire in the sky. Hating life, lived before, while waiting to die.
No guns held, to our heads, forcing us to sin. The refiners fire flames grow higher, burning within. As the sugar coatings sweet to taste, another soul lays to waste.
All good things are heaven sent, they were here, came and went.
Broken seals of today, release the ones now on their way.
Woe to those who take no heed, that mighty tree was once a seed.
All that lives is sure to grow, what are the seeds that we all sow.
As we see the plot now thickens, seeking those, ripe for the pickens.
The harvest sickle's sharp, cuts the ground, separating lost from found.
No interpretation of your dreams, I can not tell you what it means. But, it's for you to know, you're more than flesh, you have a soul. In changing the road traveled on, strait narrow is the way. May Prince of peace, signs of Love fill everyday.
Written by: Brother
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