Oh holy Soul
who knows us all Now whosoever doesn't fall, is likely blind the Know-It-All I as You, Kindly, who among us Swell & swoon Hot tears above us Needs to drag through dregs of Vacant But larks & laughs await the Hated? Angels call; support those stated Mules of G*d the workforce slated Temporarily ill-fated Pulling toward compassion, esteem Neck deep in the squalor of greed Care for us as we do these things Hold us in your fine company
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