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[tolerancenow]

... The embers in my heart still burning
And blood falls from the sky
Although the world is still turning
We'll all begin to die

It kills us very softly
and tortures us prolonged
Your words are not like daggers
I cannot heal your wrongs

Daggers stab me anywhere
But words have true aim
They always stab me in the heart
And slowly kill my brain

So here we all stand
panicked and dying
Many of you look to the cross
But I can see you crying