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| − | That shall come to pass in latter ages of the world,
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| − | For we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come…
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| − | Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth,
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| − | Shall be aware of what they do, but all will
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| − | Court the assassination of Christ’s redemption,
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| − | Again and again…
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| − | Their apparent choice of the cross against the
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| − | Serpent
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| − | Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for
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| − | Chastisement
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| − | The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence
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| − | Before God…
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| − | What a balm for the soul of those who respire
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| − | Hellfire
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| − | To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn.
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| − | Amen!
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| − | Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a
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| − | Frenetic psalmody for His revenue?
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| − | Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail…visionary
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| − | Words indeed
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| − | For man is the key and man is the device
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| − | And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped
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| − | In the blood of the unborn
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| − | Scriptures say "We do not think to be the
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| − | Devil or a demon as some others do
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| − | But one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell
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| − | Totally…
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| − | For he is the man of sin, the son of perdition,
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| − | Such that he will seat himself in the temple as if
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| − | He were God"
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| − | Woe to thee Corozain…woe to thee Bethsaida…
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| − | And thou Capharnaum
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| − | That are exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust
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| − | Down to hell…
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| − | For he will grow from a child to a man and extirpate
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| − | Souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom.
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| − | Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to
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| − | Avert the incarnation
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| − | But mankind was the prism to the quintessence
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| − | Of corruption
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| − | Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a
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| − | Frenetic psalmody for His revenue?
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| − | What joy and glory shouts he who bears the
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| − | Mark of the Beast
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| − | Consumed and eaten have been the abundant
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| − | Abortions of mankind, but now,
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| − | None of them, humans, shall remain but what
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| − | Birds could not carry off in their claws!
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