A Boy's Prayer
Dear Lord, if you exist up there,
Tell me there's nothing you and I
Can't handle no matter where
I am. To avert the lies
And misunderstandings of adults
And the blows of those who hate me
For things that aren't my fault.
When I am a man help me to manage
My passions, so I may have my revenge.
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