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Jerusalem lead him to his death and brother  found peace with war, the peacekeeper laugh to mock the chief of the keeper of hell's door. between the slaughters of the children the deed departed into the night and no forgiveness was found, for all of  jerusalem's children lay in death bed sleeping without a sound. the arabs come by night to the west with strange weapons in hand. the thunder struck the barbaric insane with a equal name the reigns, while the roman priest coward into the night reading his bible, he shall be found with no head and in his hands the paper of his fraud. he washed his hands by saying these words, cause his victim was the son of Elohim, but the sister of the divine saw his impure heart and put to death his faith, than the holy mother heard his prayers and wash the blood from his face how else could our lord forgive him? (woe mother) this heart of mine is pulling me down, why do you feel you shall not suffer?  oh you cowards and runaways, and borrowers, the king of host shall come back as a king to pay his subjects with an royal wage, and the wealthy shall weep and woe greatly, for they put their faith in what the earth offers. (woe mother) somebody calling my soul, I do see the seven angels and the four horsemen stand to do battle, but not with one another but those who remain on the earth, for the earth has become a dire place to be. (woe mother) the suffering of your children was heard, now ten king seek the place of the royal throne, but the seat is for none, for the holy mother has cry for her children and the holy father shall save one out of every ten thousand, and they shall not be of fair skin, they shall be the holy one's of the Hebrews.

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