THe PRayEr
I
It was departing to be dim that night,
a lass, then rush to the fountain of light.
The nightfall of a miraculous eve,
starts, with the plea of a mournful naive.
II
Place called divine was full of enmity.
Time of war, hatred and brutality.
All was silent, agnostic and greedy.
None was valiant to stop the felony.
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