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Marked for Evil to Devour
I.
One cloudless day, without spring shower
or monsoon, angels made their stand;
and conjured otherworldly power,
one cloudless day, without spring shower.
When God chose me that fateful hour,
as I held lightning in my hand,
that cloudless day without spring shower,
I was marked for evil to devour.
II.
Though crucified, reviled by hate,
I dwelt in my ivory tower;
inspired by love, what I create,
though crucified, reviled by hate.
My sweet songs showed how God was great;
fertilized by life's manure, my flower
bled, crucified, reviled by hate,
by evil men, the world, and fate.
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Ngoc Nguyen
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