Oh LORD,
Today there is mandate against sharing equality.
The radical prospects aim to discourage the blind and deaf from achieving their own types of success.
The prospects of change seem simple to me,
Yet the twisted challenge the very simplicity of convalescence.
Save the turbid from the owl that screeches at night.
Save the disorderly from being cast away as a scape goat in the early morning sun.
Does it marvel to the youth that there be a choice in your bearing?
Save the wretched from the axe that sharpens by the hour.
The wretched have the option to choose solitude and cooperation.
Why does the arrogant choose fetishes over plenitude?
Save the treasure of your world for the children who allow for tolerance and temperance.
Save the honor for those who offer a helping hand to the children in need of care.
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