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May 2022
Descendants of Cain,
Descended in vain,
Satan is correcting sin.
Evil is exorcising evil,
Mingy little weasel,
There's no sleep for the wicked.

What goes up in time must come down, Kings and Queens gain and lose their crowns,
kingdoms rise and fall for generations.
Jesus came as a saint,
His spirit ascended with gain,
No man have ever been so perfect.

Where there's darkness there's light,
We wonder why angels and demons fight,
Descendants of Cain,
Descended in vain,
Satan is still correcting sin.
Z
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