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Requests / Cross



Prayers keep the spirit

Alive

When the tethers start fraying

And one dreams to survive


But nothing can be demanded

No deals can be struck


When facing God

One can only beg

For good health and strength

And maybe some love

And while we are at it

Could you add a bit of luck

And bring death to our enemies

And all of the above


Swarming voices can whisper or scream

In desperation and times of need

But to feed and breed

Has never been enough

Everything we touch

Turns to crumbling golden stone


As the earth

Bleeds

On its own


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