The Last Prayer.

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She loves me,
He loves me not.
He loves me,
She loves me not.

Our father, who art in heaven,
Holy Mary mother of all,
give us this day and give us tomorrow.

Do unto thy neighbor,
and dress us in hollow.
Spirits engaged,
in Gods jealous rage.

Take from the stage,
what Earth has decayed,
my soul to rest.

If I die before I wake,
who will love the ones I’ve made?
Our father, he loved me.
Hail Mary, resents me.

Hail Mary, She loves me.
Our Father, defend me.

A bull among the sheep,
who is not as stubborn as he seems.
Her mind is so unique,
she loves him can’t he see?

Ashely Myer

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