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Sackcloth is the garb, of two men shortly to appear They’ll be on the Temple Mount, watch them with great fear Forty months plus two, they preach both day and night A Gospel like no other, condemn sinners for their plight The Little Horn of Denial, this so aggravates What they say and preach, he really really hates Do not attempt to stop them, they have a warning dire Go ahead and try! On you they will breath fire
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
They Breath Fire!
Sackcloth is the garb, of two men shortly to appear They’ll be on the Temple Mount, watch them with great fear Forty months plus two, they preach both day and night A Gospel like no other, condemn sinners for their plight The Little Horn of Denial, this so aggravates What they say and preach, he really really hates Do not attempt to stop them, they have a warning dire Go ahead and try! On you they will breath fire
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
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