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Here they come I wonder
Devil to put us under
God and his son warned us
It would come upon us
Oh how it falls like acid rain
Driving those with faith insane
When are we going to die
All it does is make me cry

I am crying for the men
Who slap their wives and think the sin
Is not in the fists
But on a lovely mother's lips

I am crying for the young
God's will is being done
When will babies not die
Until they do not I will cry

I am crying for the many
All of nature God gave plenty
And we use it up to waste it
End of Days
I can taste it.

5/7/2010 0249 cj

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