The father the son created a man
He made the man of nasty mud
He made the woman of his rib
They both to make goodness forever.
He made the man of nasty mud
He made the woman of his rib
They both to make goodness forever.
You are Jesus. You are a Lie!
You are NothinG. You must die!
But SATAN is always with me.
And make my days so easy.
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