A Turk's Prayer
By Pessimistic Poet
Prayer One- Tseng
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Disclaimers: I do not own Final Fantasy VII.

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Now I lay me down to sleep,
I see lost souls and start to weep.

Tears run dry, eyes start to bleed
Pain eases pain, and I am freed.

No where to run, I can't stop
I'm trapped by greed to reach the top.

The pleading and the begging sounds
In thine ears which it resounds.

It drives you crazy, drives you mad
Til you see it as a comrade.

I'm a victim, so are you
And we all sleep, without a clue.

It is a game, the world's its board
Let me out, please Lord, please Lord.

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