I have judged the Earth on its ways
The poor have cried out these days
More than ever I feel their pain
I heard their cry of disdain
You have no right to complain
As I call forth this love
Nobody listens to the cause
Instead they dig deeper holes
Watch the angels pour out their bowls

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