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She opened the door, called out his name

he lie there dead, a needle in his vein…

the devils’ been round, staking his old claim

now nothing is ever gonna be the same…

oh God we try to make it right

deliver us from  evil, deliver us from night

it seems there is nothing good

nothing that remains…

another child dead

another sad song

one try of heroin

another child gone…

Psalms 119:50 This is my comfort in my affliction, that your promise gives me life.