Tourniquet - All Good Things Died Here

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Like a leaf gently falling to welcoming ground
The gentlest ones shall rule the earth, how profound
All innocent beings who died are restored
So reached out a hand from creator and lord
With graceful power on fragile wings
A peaceful message born from timid things
A respite for the weary
Who struggle to make sense
Of worldly suffering and violence
The power struggle is waged by the strong against the strong
But the paradox is the weakest were the strongest all along
Pride will come before a fall
The merciful shall inherit all
Now we know the score
To elevate ourselves no more
All — good — things — died — here
Galatians 5:22