A Request, My King

Let me be your tool on Earth.

Your messenger for men...

Let me build you monuments,

And wipe away our painful sins!

 

Our deathly woes

Both His and mine

Through choice or force

Your bread and wine

Will lead us to

Our final place

The sins shown on

Each broken face

May honor come to me and mine!

Each one to know his proper place.

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