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THE BEAST VIRUS.


Now everyone is in Fear and Worry They all look up to God now In so much grieve with the Biggest Sorry Tears and cries of innocent souls are hovering all over the surface of the Earth Because so far Human beings are dead And yet to die and you can't even say sorry Since their more to die Die and be seen no more Gone and be gone forever Gone with potentials that will be seen no more Because this beast doesn't care Who knows more or makes his law, So you just need to be calm. Because Who knows what or where about of this beast, That has almost finished us in Crisis This beast has already broken us in pieces Making silence, ruler of the cities Since that is what they think will bring the decrease, I mean the reduction of those yet to be afflicted, With out knowing those already afflicted. My interest is the priesthood leadership to increase Because this beast is a no respecter Of the poor or the riches. The Holy or the Devil The clean or the pure. Because everyone can be Killed And you will be marveled. Who knows all along you are afflicted And within a jiffy your breathe will be leveled. Because this beast is a no respecter Of the poor or the riches. The Holy or the Devil The clean or the pure. Because everyone can be Killed And you will be marveled.
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