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My Prayer- Enigma |
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for there are things I cannot bare. This bad world must come to end, cause it is where it can't be mend.
The devil is at work all the time, forcing men to do brutal crime. Infants raped and killed O' Lord, it's time for you to come aboard.
Caesar is in control no more, only You can steer this ship ashore. Murder and corruption is all around, but no real justice can be found.
A hungry child who asks for food, depends upon another man's mood. Loads of money are being fraud, enough to feed a nation my Lord.
Please God hear my prayer, for these things just don't seem fair, This bad world must come to end, I await for You Your Son to send.
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