Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 74
Train my tongue
Words are ever young
Train my words
Before they fly out birds
Train my airstream
Before reality seems a dream
Train my smell
Time dates hell
Make me able more than my being
To keep believing in the whole green
White not left out even though we cry
Yet manna don't rain from the sky
Suffering as a messenger not guilty
But made a fool despite his active acuity
How will we pray for our leaders?
When we have become mere readers
Making fun of our suffering
Praying fervently while battering
Is a senseless act, deceit birth
When only them live in safety and wealth
If praying for them is the key
Won't we prefer praying the retiree
For swimming in the cool Dead sea
Is non-negotiable to agree in DEMO decree
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