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Dead souls

The soul is dead when it doesnt love God,
like a dead flower without color.
He pours it into all souls he does prod,
like a caring and loving father.

The soul is like a dead dried river,
where no animals travel anymore.
He is the eternal lifegiver,
who cleanses the very human core.

He gives anyone his loves drink,
one needs only to extend the souls cup.
He drenches the heart and soul to the brink,
which removes everything thats corrupt.

Let the dead flower yet again up grow,
and let the river of Gods love now flow.




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Publicerad 2026-05-06 15:00



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