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Prayer By Anonymous

 Oh God, amidst the chaos that ravages our world, We cry out for peace and respite from the turmoil, From your former home's ravaged streets to the East's battled scarred lands, We beg for calm from the blood stained tape measuring hands,   In a generation lost in fleeting delights, Chasing dopamine's drugs high, only to culpably crash into the night, We pray for wisdom for a discerning heart, To distinguish between pleasure and true life's start   May our prayers rise like incense carrying our plightful plea, For a world remade, where peace, blessings, and prosperity set us free, But I am no pope, I am just, A man.

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