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I want some peace and quiet. I want a walk in the country,
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I want a cabin in the woods. I'm desperate for a change from rage and stormy weather.
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Come down hard, Lord - slit their tongues. I'm appalled how they've split the city Into rival gangs prowling the alleys
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Day and night spoiling for a fight, trash piled in the streets,
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Even shopkeepers gouging and cheating in broad daylight.
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This isn't the neighborhood bully mocking me - I could take that. This isn't a foreign devil spitting invective - I could tune that out.
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It's you! We grew up together! You! My best friend!
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Those long hours of leisure as we walked arm in arm, God a third party to our conversation.
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Haul my betrayers off alive to hell - let them experience the horror, let them feel every desolate detail of a damned life.
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I call to God; God will help me.
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At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh deep sighs - he hears, he rescues.