Lord have mercy, for we know it not.
Blessed be the mournful, for they shall be comforted, but will it ever be enough?
Blessed, blessed, blessing, I invoke it for you. Blessed be- worthless, because I can't give it, there is nothing I can give for this to be okay.
Someone's crying Lord. Hear our prayer. Lord, hear our prayers.
We burn ourselves out in a dark fire. We are not the phoenix and we will never learn.
God, where are the words? Hear my heart, o Lord, for my mouth trembles.
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