Hand of your god feeds once a week
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Say you're done your part, you give so much
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As you keep building up your churches
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Stained glass and needless luxuries
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This problem will never go away
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If only fed each day.
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A security blanket woven
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To comfort and ensure.
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This problem will never go away.
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If only fed each day.
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Little thought given.
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To an individual fate.
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Just a lost piece of the world
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Seen in the corner of your eye.
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For a moment a glance is given.
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But it remains, and is forgotten with time.
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Your claim they will always be there.
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You place the blame on them.
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Instill a reason to live
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An opportunity to obtain a sense of pride.
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Not only stripped of shelter
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But all that was inside
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Each one. Alone. No Different
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Each one. Still feels pain. X(4)
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No Path to Follow
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| Morning Again |
