A Prayer Against Shadows
From whispered talk, it seems they carry hate for Mrs. L
and I feel the storm they cast, simply because I share her roof.
But I lift my heart to heaven, asking for a shield of light—
that God may guard my path from those who walk with poisoned intent.
May every cruel spirit be kept far, farther than the horizon’s reach.
May every hidden plot against me crumble into dust before it forms.
May those who harbor darkness taste the echo of their own design—
for karma walks with unwavering steps.
And as their shadows fade,
may I stand untouched, protected,
wrapped in grace stronger than any malice on this earth.
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