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The destruction of Babylon Out of here


We are processing our love to a real God.

And Satan's town is still gaining.

Where is the need for Christ?

Does Moises sins?

Maybe it was not realistic.

You were protecting Jesus marrying me for we are no more odd.

Even we doubted Satan is saving.

We do not need the whole poem to cry.

We are singers with a delay

your problem is that you made a mistake.

Rich or richer you will go to hell?

That is what Moises says.

 

 

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