Save me,
from the pandemonium,
the evil causes,
people are possessed with hatred,
and conceit consumes them,
like a termite to wood,
soaking up every bit of joy,
for the found Christians,
they have found their Lord and savior,
they try to lead them home,
to their father, brothers and sisters.
Save me.
Save me,
from the evil,
do not let me fall victim,
dont let me sink to their level,
but instead let me save them,
by pulling them up to mine,
for the Lord says love one another,
as yourself.
Save me.
Save me,
so I may save them.
Save me.
Save me,
when the evil comes it will find none condemmed,
for they will either be saved,
or forgotten,
save the ones who are,
save the ones who ask.
Save me.
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