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Have Mercy On Us, Our Lord!

 

Have mercy on us, our Lord!

Let us get free of the devil,

A good life we could afford.

And have our own vessel.


 

Let the hearts for dears

Never know the pain!

Let them avoid their fears,

Have an umbrella in the rain.


 

Bitterly cries the sky,

We forgot how to live,

Our health we can’t buy,

In truth, we hardly believe.


 

It looks ...

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lifeLord

The Burning Cathedral

The Cathedral and holy relics are burning.

For grief of righteous, for the joy of devil.

Will you, our Lord, bring people to the square,

So that, the grief could crawl far away?

I beg you, Lord! Save humans treasure!

Restore the shrine by the whole world!

Or we are on edge of quickly dying.

And this the people understand at last!

Let everyone just pray in their own temples...

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firecathedrallord

Elijah The Prophet

Elijah - the Lord of storms, 
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.

The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.

Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods, 
Summer has no more odds, 
It can't argue with Gods

An...

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IlijahLordSunday

Elijah The Prophet

Elijah - the Lord of storms, 
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.

The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.

Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods, 
Summer has no more odds, 
It can't argue with Gods

An...

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SundayIlijahLord

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