I hate, despise your festivals, and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies. Even though you offer me your burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them; and the offerings of well-being of your fatted animals I will not look upon. Take away from me the noise of your songs; I will not listen to the melody of your harps. But let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an everflowing stream.
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If Im in heaven before you are, I'll carve your name on every star, so all the angels will know, How much I love you so. And if you're not there on judgement day, I'll know you've gone the other way. So I'll give the angels back their wings, golden harps and other things. And just to prove my love is true, I'll go to hell to be with you!!
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