A Prayer
Behind closed doors
and red exits
we must all come
with our teeth gritted
our eyes slitted
Before yellow bushes
and maple desks
we have all been
to face the tormentor
to see the enchanter
Sacred hope
you who lies buried
beyond the oleander tree
arise and guide us
to the final path
Amen
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