When Is the Help From God
The breast of Justice sleep - dry of pity & fear
The fire of darkness & moderation grow
Man of corruption take throne - God's chain of command is broken.
The truthful believers keep boxes of truth as secret / for lies & wadding notes will make us live & exasperate.
The pain of age sting & oppress - Poverty is a great sign
The pain of eternity rule without justice - swear curses why we don't accept debris - the livelihood of salvation derelict us.
The pleasure of the world I see laughing in delusion - we chase after smoke - race for the air.
Oh Lord! Why narrow our life in wretchedness? We're your fasting worshippers
We salute the night in need - in the event, we turn without transmission You said no situation is permanent - our archery abounds lot of arrows but our targets pass by goals.
Halt poverty in the world cause by human - so you can stop sitting behind us in poverty parties when our tongues looses speech.
I see the rich gather & the poor - between them is an order standing. Show me the national council of the poor - if the rich people sit in front The rich won't envy the poor - yet the poor won't stop wailing, for the thief's hand is not cut off .
No matter what knowledge - they won't accept equality & peace
The enemies are ready to silence us - with money - corner us in abundance of clouds.
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