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Trusting
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Eye don't trust money preachers
They live too fast in the lane of life
They feast on days that others just survive they beat up poor jesus freaks and leave them laying outside the tent to die die die you poor stupid jesus freak
That's what yew get for doing right that's what yew get for making waves of light for challenging my darkness and telling all the people how wrong the preachers are to steal the price of living in the dark side show preaching the mammon of this life.
My poor little boy tummy still hurts
From the fists of the ZIONISTS HITS.
My message today is still the same
Money is still not god.



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