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July 8, 2005
With heads bowed in silence
reverently seeking,
forgiving hearts beat in rythym
with the Creator.
Prayers ascend to Heaven,
sweet smoke by incense made,
promises of obedience
this Sabbath Day soar..
May God always bless America.
For in the day when too few
are worthy for His grace to descend
God will fulfill His promise
and all, in flames, will end.
A new dawn will arise
on Mother Earth,
washed clean of the
filthy souls befouling
all She provides.
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July 8, 2005
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