8.7.2024
May the angels come from realms above, Showering earth with joy and grace, Bringing the touch of divine love And the power to erase The wars of hate that linger here. Devastation on a scale Unknown in battles of yesteryear, Weapons now that never fail To reap on neighbors genocide. Evil in man cannot be stilled In this vast destruction's rise, Children, women, aged killed. O Lord descend, transform this race That threatens now life to efface.
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