R-emember that the Lord God
H-as cursed the wicked world;
E-arly Saturday September ninth,
A-round the ocean, the water whirled.
U-nfurled waves of the sea
M-ove with the violent wind;
A-n earthquake strikes once more,
Y-our questions never end.
A-fter the great disaster, another tragedy happens;
M-isfortune causes man a quite complicated sense.
J-ust think of the changing world,
A-s the sun shines in the sky,
I-t's not a simple situation, there's
M-ore to it than meets the
E-ye.
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