Through it All, We'll Be Free

September 16, 2010
Flowers will wilt and die in time,
Darkening all the while.
Mountains will crumble,
Little by little,
As rocks will become brittle.
You and I,
Will slowly die,
And our hearts and bones,
Will cripple and dry.
Our souls will never cease,
They'll be Free.
Whether they reside in the pits of Hell,
Or the Paradise of Heaven,
They'll still be,
And therefore,
So shall we.

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