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On my way home from work everyday,
I always see the one from whom everyone keeps at bay
She is a young woman,
Not more than thirty and ten

She would sit on the sidewalk
And, to more than a many folks, would have a talk
She would flirt,
Not caring if her clothes were made of dirt!

She was feared and she was, most of the times, ignored
Everyone would walk her by and say, oh what a bore
Everyone saw in her youth, and laziness
For she could very well earn for a living and be a princess

Yet, no one ever guessed the truth about her
She was the one to have given to the Lord as an offer
She once asked the Lord to create Earth
Here, living seems to be like a passage to death!

Poverty, abuse, sins, demons, all abound
All create a world one would not be willing to crown
The Lord saw through her wisdom
He agreed to make of Earth, a divine kingdom!

For that, she would have to show him the true side of humanity
By sitting and watching everyone around
She showed Him, the essence of this world's bestiality
And soon the Lord agreed to erase, from her face, her sullen frown!

A diamond she was, such a one lost in the rough
A gem she was indeed, made to save the Earth
Glory be to the fallen soul
Glory be to the one who gave out a divine call!

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