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Lonesome Rona
From Wuhan she knocked on our doors
Where we knew parties and merryings
Where twas party after party livingfree
Now it is lockdowns all over and masks
No more can we lead our lifes carefree
Since she came knocking virulent Rona
Whatever it is you want leave us alone
To merry and party once more in love
Yet one who knocks keeps on knocking
Openup for salvation knockin repetedly
Says the one on the doors of your heart
Sing mine praises alone praise Elohim..
In knowledge that fear is worship stopnow
Do worship none other than The Lord God
Rona are you not but a spent bullet...
Death where is your sting WE bownot
To rona you but an asherah and baali
Idol that men are bid to worship infear
We are but servant of The Most High God
We bow not to fabrications of the enemy
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Lewis Nyaga
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