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If you can make rulers of orphans,
If you can bestow your blessings on bastards,
If you can make the prostitute lovely,
O Lord, then
what can you do in me?

And if iron sharpens iron,
Then we might have a problem because
Bullshit don’t make things sharp.

Lord, O Lord, oh how I need you.
What can you do in me?

Truly no one is worthy
and the least of which is me.
I deserve human rights
human rights are
death, hell, and the grave.

My heart is dark and scared
My mind is dark as a tomb
You can resurrect these bones
You can bring peace to my soul.

My heart is a whore
My body corrupted
My soul longs for thee.