Alceldama

Salem Hill

With an air of betrayal
you hold out your hand
to continue the plan
that was laid bafore you
though your lips speak denial
you return where you came
knowing nothing's the same
as it was before

the day has come
to which you were appointed
and the sun slowly blackens in the 
sky

When you sow the wind you will reap a storm soon you will wish you had never been born like raindrops descending becoming a flood you have purchased the field of blood As they all come together there's a price on your head for the field of the dead you will pay with the new quickly spreading you will look in His eye saying "surely not I" and the innocent will die With the night slowly fading you return to the light knowing nothing is right ln your eyes anymore with a kiss it is over for you drank from the cup and it swallowed you up in the end
Composición: Colaboración y revisión: BRUNO ARAUJO

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