Canned Parasite

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Prayer for the Common Person

I like to think

That some where out there

Are a Choir of angels

That reign over us

And Protect us from the evils of men

That take aim at us

I like to think this choir of angels

Helps guide us to safer waters

And shelters us from inclement elements

So as to insure we persevere

On our journey through the perilous paths

That deliver us to the heavens

And away from the infernal depths of human hell

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