DEAR LORD, SAVE MY SOUL

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Lord, why me? I am dead and buried It's late yes, but I can't go home I have never done betting before Why did you allow Satan to test me this far? Aviator has flown away all the money The money was meant for three months' rent I am in hot soup I am a dead man walking Without the money, my wife will bury me alive Dear lord, I beg, save my soul