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How miserable I amI feel like a fruit-pickerWho arrived hereAfter the harvestThere's nothing here at allNothing at all hereThat could placate my hungerThe godly people are all goneThere's not one honest soul left aliveHere on the planetWe're all murderers and thievesSetting traps hereFor even our brothersAnd both of our handsAre equally skilledAt doing evil, equally skilledAt bribing the judgesEqually skilledAt perverting justiceBoth of our handsBoth of our handsThe day of justice comesAnd is even now swiftly arrivingDon't trust anyone at allNot your best friendOr even your wifeFor the son hates the fatherThe daughter despises even her motherLook, your enemies arriveRight in the roomOf your very householdAnd both of their handsAre equally skilledAt doing evilEqually skilledAt bribing the judgesEqually skilledAt perverting justiceBoth of their handsBoth of their handsNo, don't gloat over meThough I fall, though I fallI will rise againThough I sit here in darknessThe Lord, the Lord aloneHe will be my lightI will be patientAs the LordPunishes meFor the wrongs I've doneAgainst HimAfter thatHe'll take my caseBringing meTo light and the justiceFor all I have sufferedAnd both of His handsAre equally skilledAt ruining evilEqually skilledAt judging the judgesEqually skilledAdministering justiceBoth of His handsBoth of His handsAre equally skilledAt showing me mercyEqually skilledAt loving the lovelessEqually skilledAdministering justiceBoth of His handsBoth of His hands
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