this eternal fire only leaving hearts made of stone and hate betrayed by the words of false prophets feeding the broken words of hope in vain no comfort
nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives don't matter that much
to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives don't
expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives