
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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