Poetry

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How can I learn to live with myself?
I don’t think that I can.
The world is not the problem itself.
The problem is found in this man!

Kill him Lord and do it quickly.
Rid the earth of his plans.
Don’t let him continue to trick me.
Take his life with your own hands!

He’s ripe for the harvest; you know he is.
So Father now please don’t delay.
I’m beaten and bruised by the things that he does.
When he’s walking here in his own ways!

Father forgive me for speaking like this.
But I know him more than the rest.
If you kill him quickly, he will not be missed.
And I think this world would be blessed!

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