Ci
Delay not my Lord creating avenues to my destination
The sharp stones and thorns of my path I trip over hurt me
The stealthy, swift clawing of eagles bruise my heart
Reluctant not be to give me company while I tread alone
Cii
I have been traversing a ghastly grave yard so far
An enclave of souls left behind denying salvation for eons
And have attained transformation as ghosts, devils and spirits
To haunt and tap the blood of the innocent passers by
Ciii
Cast on us thy grace to mellow the devilish perils
That famine, flood and epidemics indiscriminately unleash
Send your unfettered arrows surreptitiously at the wrongful
When war and peace engage in irrationally fierce duel
Civ
Mend the hearts of men that have been impoverished
By pilferage of tolerance faculty and humbling patience
Fertilize their barren hearts with love and compassion
Enrich their minds inculcating virtous and lofty ideals
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