The City's Prayer
Our brothers who are in heaven, fell a victim to this game.
With freedom come, thy will have won, from our birth to our fight to heaven.
To live one more day but no sooner become dead, and short live our trespassers before we
are short lived by those who trespass against us.
Kneeling before temptation and surrounded by evil.
For thy lives for that freedom, the hour, and the glory for ever and ever.
-Amen-
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