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restore us to your heart


Another day and more death.

From far off lands others close to home.

Mortals stand with heads to the heaven.

Scream our hurt, our loss, our pain.

With your rain man's hurt burns.

Not with water, but with blood.

We call upon Jitamitra, Zhu, Elohim,

or Allah, even God .

Tired of burning villages, raped cities.

We are your children, some evil, most good.

Lead us from the darkness and into the light.

Guide us on our journeys.

Restore us to your heart.




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