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A man of God begins to feel quite odd during these times of trouble.
The world was once whole but now it’s beginning to crumble while his faith begins to tumble.
Is God a savior or a taker?
Is God a thief or a maker?
Death of the innocent has you vocally distraught towards the man of love.
Does evil lie underground or is it above?
How can a man of peace make a world full of the deceased?
Is death an act of saving or the engraving of an army of angels?
Soaring high while the living hide.
You can’t escape the wrath of God.
You can’t escape the call.
Will a man of faith tied with bigger doubts rise or fall?