Pale house

The grimm reaper is here. Hope you said a pray. Put the blood on your door if you ain't no foe. Snatching up souls and rake'em cross the coals. Listen to a young solider watch her words unfold. It's time to stop pretending y'all already got the message but you walking round blind, denying your own shine. You made in the image of the most divine. Blond hair and blue eyes they do not apply. Now your bronze clay skin the reason why you fit in and your ebony crown makes you stand out. Even when you wrong and you choose to act out. They stand behind closed doors, envy fills their eyes your demeanor is what they adore. Without your power they would have no face. Scared of the day that you take your place, and seat on the throne as you were. But my people still lost they can't find they way. As I stand here I pray that it don't take to long for y'all to ride this wave.

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