Our Prayer/クリ
　
Swim the haze, smell the breeze
condoled, breathing at ease
Pray to the psyche of the Word
pray, However it seems absurd
for mercy, on your knees


Trim the memories, tangled yearning
to the shape of the bush burning
Put 'em on our muddy tongues
to soothe our very bloody lungs
It's bread yo
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