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I prayed hard for

healing of all wombs.

no giving birth nor,

undoing the tomb.

Don’t sue me yet,

or stone me a hurry.

miracle for defect,

the Ghost don’t tarry.

Kiss me as if,

I did you harm.

Return thy mercy,

Through the book of psalm.

And all sinners repent,

It’s our final curtain.

But for real, never mind.

No man lives through the grind.