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I have no more tears to
cry,
I would weep day and night.
I have no place to hide,
I would run there aright.
My own bend their tongues
like bows to let their lies fly.
They stick out their hands
like daggers to stab us by.
They extend their filthy
feet
like rocks to make us fall.
They stop up their ears
like plugs to block God's call.
They speak words of peace
like robbers intent to deceive.
And they promise to spend
time,
but like liars they are not to be
believed.
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