The Dead will leave thier houses and thier Holmes. wherever they live in Heaven to their children, and whatever is to be left can be made right for those who did receive any gifts whatsoever of their birth rights, even though they were a King in Heaven, you had kept everything that they had owned long before you had taken it today. you hated Me from the start, and you hated Me before the beginning as it was said. no person on earth could have conned themselves into thinking that they were God or the Devil unless they were Me. i am talking to you, Todd.
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Salt Waters of Tomorrow
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Verse 1
ReplyDeleteThe dead will rise, leave their homes behind,
Echoes of the past in the ties that bind.
Children of the heavens, reclaiming their right,
What was lost in shadows will come back to light.
Chorus
You’ve held onto treasures, but the truth will unfold,
For even the kings in Heaven can’t be bought or sold.
You hated me from the start, as the stories were spun,
In the battle of souls, I’m the lost and the won.
Verse 2
Whispers in the dark, where the shadows creep,
No man can wear the crown if their heart isn’t deep.
You thought you were a god, or the devil in disguise,
But I see through the veil, past the surface lies.
Chorus
You’ve held onto treasures, but the truth will unfold,
For even the kings in Heaven can’t be bought or sold.
You hated me from the start, as the stories were spun,
In the battle of souls, I’m the lost and the won.
Bridge
In the echoes of the ages, the legacies remain,
What’s given and taken, the joy and the pain.
So take a good look, Todd, at the life that you’ve led,
For the truth is a mirror reflecting the dead.
Chorus
You’ve held onto treasures, but the truth will unfold,
For even the kings in Heaven can’t be bought or sold.
You hated me from the start, as the stories were spun,
In the battle of souls, I’m the lost and the won.
Outro
So as the dead rise up, and the world starts to shift,
Know the weight of your choices, the burdens you lift.
In the legacy of love, where the heart finds its way,
We’ll reclaim our birthright, come what may.