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Who Shall Cross The River of God

hate brings that evil seed planted in the hearts of mankind that grows exponentially as a cancerous soar that festers like rotten meat that magots grow an evil present that patiently waits by the quiet shore consumed in its own vanity once more but evil shall not cross the River of God

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