King maker, guide our
hands, deliver
us from Evil-
deceiving, promising
hope; delivering
death, in red boxes.
Open blind eyes,
that turn away,
suffering.
Prepare, these hearts,
to love those,
who hate good,
devouring widows.
Those mockers and schemers,
who play, with words-
juggling, the hearts
of the People.
Peacemaker, strengthen
these legs to run, this race;
keep on fighting, always
hoping, persevering,
loving, never failing,
nor forsaking.
Reign down,
Heart healer.
Your people, cry out
from alleys, broken
homes, mansions ablaze
in despair; while fools
prattle on in white houses
and parliaments; swallowing
harvests, yielding mites-
dolled out, drifting,
never to be held, by
needy hands.
Deliver us,
from the mouths,
of empty-
suits.
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