The pain runs deeper than the roots any plant or tree will ever grow
The pain runs deeper than the love a mother has for a child
the pain runs deeper than the deepest ocean floor crack
the pain runs deeper than a broken piece of glass stuck in your skin
The pain runs deeper then mercy the Lord has to offer
The pain runs deeper and deeper in the black hole In space
One day the pain will cease to exist…
Just to realize The Pain is a cycle that rebirths in itself and the brutal truth is for one to be unify-ably at rest and peace in life one must conquer ominously running deep with the pain…
For the pain is not to be vanquished but to be embraced … For what is meant to kill you shall build you… For the pain is what our Almighty sacrificed on that cross for you not to feel and bears forevermore …
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