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Were they mad crazed drunk or on drugs As they desecrated a place most holy Ooh Were they conceited or just plain diabolic As they committed an abominable act Ooh The Holy of Holies why they did not respect Were it that a Holy one would have impaled Them then at the ebb of the evil blood maybe Then looming catastrophe would be averted The brood of vipers same ones who desire To sell our beloved people back to slavery The abominable rainbow no amount of rain Catastrophes seem to wash away the deed Why had it to occur under my watch Oh RAMA The guilt and failure is in on me too isn't it now Were it that I was allowed the forbidden technic If I was an angel of vengeance would I not smite The circling eagle please do lead me home now Eastern bypass AWA let them never perceive of When did them parent go so wrong of our people Remind Babylonia harlot her sin-cup now is full.. Do mix her a double portion of tears that harlot That Jezebel spirit that killeth all the good gifts We desire to behold you Ooh humble emissary Let love once again prevail on our people ABA They behold not they all blunder in darkness Were you to call them unto guidance even Then would they seek to seize and ruin you We have sent over them billows of darkness The mercy of the sword they are but now given How long will you contend with the sons of men As they desecrate the covenant Ooh ya Karima Send doves I will take it as a sign that it's not me Ooh Rahman who made Thee be roused in anger Talk of a bride full of misfortunes in our fathers' hut When they hunt us down do grant us wings Elohim When the sun is darkened let our internal light shine When the moon is turned to blood offer a reprieve.. When a cloud falls from above mercy pliz do hear us #Khat_Vision Bubbles in time A Luis tach 30 march 2020

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