Day after day
He continued to pray
That this was really a blessing in disguise
But he feared it was not
More like an evil plot
The God that he knew she denies
He did not agree
With their innocent plea
He saw only the tears when she cries
Those that screwed her
His angel so pure
He hoped what they ate swarmed with flies
His anger returned
And it’s boiled and it’s churned
He would love to deliver them a surprise
A box with a bow
Wrapped tight would not show
The bomb that would be their goodbye
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