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Coming down as heaven's children, homeless in this
world, they have their crying. Coming in this world of war, and that they in
the end will pay with dying. Joining this world is an option, and a very
easy way of going; But only him, who takes the pain, his wakened soul will do
the back home flying.
Heaven's children have forgotten most of their true
home, where is no time. Heaven's children don't remember their true home, and
still they walk their line, Hoping that the chosen line will shelter them
from pain and fate and war. Coming home is that's about the saints have
spoken, and that what they adore; But only him, who seeks the truth, his
wakened soul in the end gets fine.
Knowing is the consciousness that
nothing is as real - but yourself as soul. Knowing this you never will
afraid about the death of your life anymore. Knowing that you never must as
child of heaven follow any line or goal. Coming home is that's about the
saints have spoken and that what they adore.
Coming down as heaven's
children, homeless in this world, they have their crying. Coming in this
world of war, and that they in the end will pay with dying. Joining this
world is an option and a very easy way of going; But only him, who takes the
pain, his wakened soul will do the back home flying. |