There is no Life in souless beings
there is no Life in what we call a stone
But is there something beyond our seeings
Is there something beyond solid domes?
There is no hope for those who cannot Live
there is no mercy in the hearts of the cold
I wonder, what if we are our whole to give
So that we loose ourselves and be tagged as sold.
Sold my soul to the devil
In exchange for some rhymes.
Now I am beyond your level
And all i hear is the heaven's chymes
Sold my soul to some angel
For the fountain of youth
Just an old archangel
Searching for the truth.
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