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Confounded Voices

Just one word only, the world only spoke One language spoken in Noah's time journey from The east descendants Found that there're farrer from God Physically now spiritually so So in this profound disdant Let us make brick Build a city with a tower so high Then we can again touch and talk to Him a tower that'll reach heaven Now nothing is beyond our imagination With this God punished us... by confounding our voices inventing diverse different LANGUAGES Genesis 11:1-10 1/6/18 by James Edward Lee Sr

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