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When I was in heaven,...then I was with spirits.
Someone wanted to see me before I returned,
that's King of the Promise land.
My soul sings to his Holy name,
crying out his attibute was from my spirit in the background.
Proctracted towards salvation,
it needed fear and trembling from me.
The scope wasn't blunt,the edge of lies were fortunately dead.
Anticipation was measured in meters.
Over time schedules,we sought to heal the wounds on our limbs.
Knowing that on earth,heads are placed on King Herod's victimised plate.
But we'll get his own head for his dinner part

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