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Lips of gentle heavens,
Pray, I must ask.
Don't turn a blind eye,
to this man of outcast.

Feet of merciful feathers,
Confess, I shall dare.
Life is a gift to the living,
yet death is a perpetual wish.

Orbs of translucent tears,
Mask, I shall not.
Truths are daggers by angels,
played to trick mankind's heart.

God of the faithful and savior of sinners,
hear this plea, made by one of your legions.

What is true.
What is not.
Is all in your hands,


Pray I always will.
Guide us in our paths.

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