Rise

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This world has come to an end,
Therefore i shall send,
My people who are my friends,
Shall no longer fear in their dens.

The sun has rest above,
Seeing a flying dove.
We shall not be afraid,
Instead we will fall and then raise.

Seeing the moonlight has bought me to tears,
The time has come we are near.
Wondering alone deciding whether i am alive,
Since so many years we have survived.

You shouldn't be surprised,
After all we still rised.
Even though its painful,
Eventually we'll become angels.

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