Please Lord,
     Let my soul not be poor,
     empty and hollow opening,
     but let a fire burn,
     and let me yearn,
     please don't let me suck,
     the furl that feeds the flame,
     for that is you God,
     let it char my shame,
     and when i am weak,
     I know you'll give me coins,
     and with your graciousness buy bread,
     for that bread is life,
     and you'd be the bread,
     just fill my soul,
     so when I'm dead,
     I won't be gone.

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