There is behind every closed door whispers of tolerance heard in silence.
There is behind every closed door..
A man make decisions unknown;
people sit around the round tables discussing events of the worldly tales.
A devil wait in patience to pounce the meek,
A lust gripping the soul in tight clutch.
A fear for war and fear for humanity lies darkened with soot hanging.
There is an opportunity to unravel the bliss.
A shadow play going on, move on and a body hold on.
A streams of blood flowing.
An evil pushing it to reveal and a god locked from outside.
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