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We all closed our eyes,
Before the shake,
And only I opened mine,
After the devastating quake,
(God likes me more)
Which no one could escape,
The debris,
Satan sweet confetti,
sprinkled down on us,
turning bodies into mush,
However me,
little sinful me,
out-witted the devil,
with the aid of angels,
God likes me,
There are dead bodies at my feet,
He must truly love me,
Because I was excluded from this offensive city defeat.