Help us to Cleave

by

Amidst decay and dung

and biting coldness
When doom metal is sung

along with sensuousness
The hungry cry aloud

while the cobra hisses
The rich parade so proud

And millions of kisses
Are wasted in phony love

The persecutor lurks
I see the vulture,not the dove

Not the light,but the murk
The ungodly slayer slams

Lord we are here thine lambs
Amidst wolves, we live

Jesus We know thou art near
Keep us from effects of scams

Lord, give us courage
Against men who can damage

We know thou will never leave
Still inside there is fear

Help us unto Thee cleave.

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Why don't you look at Morning
by: Alan C. Keimig
from: Auburn, WA, US

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