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Modern man unpacks his woes He'd have us call it progress The way back to our cave is paved Several million ante-deluvians drowned under the same delusion How high do you need the ziggurat? Asks ****** at Babel Time wasn't ripe back then for God He disabled their default accord; their demon intent to destroy His plan Three thousand years it's taken to regroup Time enough for His time to be right For the time of the end of the curse So please, can the clever caveman thoughts next time you imagine shuttles in space a reflection of how superior we are He'd downgrade us again in a flash if it wasn't just about the time we get to blow ourselves up anyway Wiseup weasels, remember the reason our playpen was restored in seven days from Lucifer's null and void revenge We have seven milenniums to learn to love To take up our parts in Father's plan or blow away like the wind Six of them are practically over Six billion souls in six thousand years Created on day six, the number of man We're at point six point six point break Day seven's about to dawn. The number of perfection and rest Tormented earth groans anticipation Mushroom clouds and lawlessness pose no threat to YaHWeH's timeline Null and void is on His Just In Time list Every eye will see Meshiach come Every knee will bow for The Ancient of Days
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Sep 28, 2009
Sep 28, 2009 at 12:01 PM UTC
Just in Time
Modern man unpacks his woes He'd have us call it progress The way back to our cave is paved Several million ante-deluvians drowned under the same delusion How high do you need the ziggurat? Asks ****** at Babel Time wasn't ripe back then for God He disabled their default accord; their demon intent to destroy His plan Three thousand years it's taken to regroup Time enough for His time to be right For the time of the end of the curse So please, can the clever caveman thoughts next time you imagine shuttles in space a reflection of how superior we are He'd downgrade us again in a flash if it wasn't just about the time we get to blow ourselves up anyway Wiseup weasels, remember the reason our playpen was restored in seven days from Lucifer's null and void revenge We have seven milenniums to learn to love To take up our parts in Father's plan or blow away like the wind Six of them are practically over Six billion souls in six thousand years Created on day six, the number of man We're at point six point six point break Day seven's about to dawn. The number of perfection and rest Tormented earth groans anticipation Mushroom clouds and lawlessness pose no threat to YaHWeH's timeline Null and void is on His Just In Time list Every eye will see Meshiach come Every knee will bow for The Ancient of Days
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Sep 28, 2009
Sep 28, 2009 at 12:01 PM UTC
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