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A heart that lived under tyrannies eye suffering the only constant part of life.
Growing colder everyday frozen like ice with the thick layers of scars whipped on.
God looked at it and it was good, kind giving birth to kind.
A frozen heart, a block of ice covered with scars hiding in a dream beating its last.
A warm place, no! just a hidden corner of a mind lost in time, as a soul owned by greed picked up a block of ice.
Not seeing it once beat, they try to cool their drink.
kind gives birth to kind the poison of greed what a drink.
A heart of ice, thrown by greed's eye.
Jagged as rocks, as shattered pieces of ice, a heart of ice found a place alike.
Shards like glass cutting everything close by,
shattered trash? no just thrown out with no place suffering.
Kind gave birth to kind,
God looked on to and it was good, A heart of ice cold finally die.
What kind of life gave birth to this kind, what kind gives birth to scattered shards of ice.
Kind: a species.
Ness: Alike.
Kindness: A species alike?
Examining the shards trying to find its kind a soul finds kindness, a species like it.
Forgotten in time through suffering as it denying the wrong being done.
Holding on to a beat in a cold life,
The shards of a bottle numb the soul, a sweet drink as blood it flowed,
from the rot of the sweet fruit it was pulled.
What kind is in the shards of a heart of ice?
The kind-ness of the, numb, lonely, abused, used, and forgotten souls.
Shards of blood stained ice and a broken bottle of wine.
Kindness, what a kind.
Growing colder everyday frozen like ice with the thick layers of scars whipped on.
God looked at it and it was good, kind giving birth to kind.
A frozen heart, a block of ice covered with scars hiding in a dream beating its last.
A warm place, no! just a hidden corner of a mind lost in time, as a soul owned by greed picked up a block of ice.
Not seeing it once beat, they try to cool their drink.
kind gives birth to kind the poison of greed what a drink.
A heart of ice, thrown by greed's eye.
Jagged as rocks, as shattered pieces of ice, a heart of ice found a place alike.
Shards like glass cutting everything close by,
shattered trash? no just thrown out with no place suffering.
Kind gave birth to kind,
God looked on to and it was good, A heart of ice cold finally die.
What kind of life gave birth to this kind, what kind gives birth to scattered shards of ice.
Kind: a species.
Ness: Alike.
Kindness: A species alike?
Examining the shards trying to find its kind a soul finds kindness, a species like it.
Forgotten in time through suffering as it denying the wrong being done.
Holding on to a beat in a cold life,
The shards of a bottle numb the soul, a sweet drink as blood it flowed,
from the rot of the sweet fruit it was pulled.
What kind is in the shards of a heart of ice?
The kind-ness of the, numb, lonely, abused, used, and forgotten souls.
Shards of blood stained ice and a broken bottle of wine.
Kindness, what a kind.
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