I have no guns to kill anyone
No enemies have I , just no one
My love is the spark and its flames
To end enmity in its own games
The mercy and kindness is pure in soul
Worried the least with games they foul
Such is the care have I of my Lord
The mother, the son and the holy God
It is the equations you need; I don't care
And the drawing techniques; that's fair
But rise up and say thank you, because
The man had died in the holy cross.
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