HEAL THE SICK,
RAISE THE DEAD,
CAST OUT THE DEMONS,
WE ALL SHED.

LOOSEN THE CHAINS OF SICKNESS AND SIN,
RELEASE THE PAINS AGAIN AND AGAIN.

LIFT THE FALLEN, 
STRENGTHEN THE WEAK,
TO HEAR THE CRIES THAT SEEM SO MEEK.

FEEDING THE CHILDREN THAT CRY IN HUNGER,
THE HOPE IN THAT JUST SEEMS TO PLUNDER.

EQUALITY NO MATTER THE SHADE OF SKIN,
PLEASE TELL ME NOW THIS EVER BEGIN?
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