Poor Man's Prayer
Feel the pain of shame
They walk by without a word
Weaken by the pain of dispair
People look down there noses
Starvation is his fate as they smell the roses
Look to the heavens
See the ravens
Ravens have a home
Poor men are all alone
Wake up old world and see
You sit in your high places
Yet yea shall be brought low
For out of the north shall come the bow
My God shall let me see
Thy destruction shall be great
Hades will fill to the brim
God shall not let my eye be dim
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