Providence knocked on my neighbor's door
My patience received another deadly blow;
A trickle, a stream, a river, then a flood
My tears came rushing, but seen by none.
Walls of my cage encroached upon me
The little lamp flickered and wavered beside me;
Shadows long and eerie performed before me
A dance so macabre, horror gripped me.
The light fell dead and darkness was born
My senses numb with the ray of hope gone.
"O merciful Lord, who guards us all
Am I not the one fit to be called?
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