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Where art Thou, Lord, in our time of need?
Night hath fallen and our hearts are pierced
By poisonous fangs of fell creatures
Our minds are despairing and we see not the light
Thou hast cast us and we are wandering
Aimlessly in the dark like lost sheep
Seperated from their Shepherd - crying
But in vain for our cries cannot pierce the unyielding void.
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