Torn are thy by thou sins

Be there for thee

I ask of God

Begging thee of forgiveness

For thou enemies

Walk away in forces

Baring thou scythes

Thy souls have left thy corn fields

While thou Sun parches thee lips

I bare exhaustion

Begging of God

In prayer

A burst of mere snowflakes

To pour out of thou Sun

While the Scarecrows

Pick thy fields

Till thy stalks bare no corn left

As thy gather a touch of Gods strength

To forgive

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