Not everybody can
To be perpetuate in generations
To be perpetuate ... or mutilate ...?
To give them soul without losing it
Too many gifts… God’s given all to one… ?
There’s strength in softness, like the strength in anguish
And spikes we’ll find inside the every Crown:
Altar, Calvary, Scene – all are one,
To live in spite …or playing with the death?
To Love through hate,
But this is Real Love
To Love through them -
But LOVE THEM even MORE…

From Immortality ... by Softgrey

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