A preacher and his fanatism for convincing.

Lord

 

The voices outside are heaven

                                               I wish I could join the speak

                               Ten years, nearly eleven

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

 

                               I wish I could join the speak

                               Will you let me see the blue sky?

                               My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak

                               Will you remove my chains?

 

                               Will you let me see the blue sky?

                               Will you tell me the reason of gas, why?

                               Will you remove my chains?

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