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With a seething hand, heaven shattered the new city and the huge tower The Hanging Gardens flew up Chambers became airplanes and carpets with set tables landed far away in the long sea A heavy rain of rooms formed, with a splash a sky-high mountain crest The people from the Tower spread out in fifty languages fighting for borders In reverse time, our world would fly up in a nutshell, clot together and land in Babel Heaven would open and the miracle would happen that everyone understands the other
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
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With a seething hand, heaven shattered the new city and the huge tower The Hanging Gardens flew up Chambers became airplanes and carpets with set tables landed far away in the long sea A heavy rain of rooms formed, with a splash a sky-high mountain crest The people from the Tower spread out in fifty languages fighting for borders In reverse time, our world would fly up in a nutshell, clot together and land in Babel Heaven would open and the miracle would happen that everyone understands the other
From Babel and Etemenanki to the Caucasus Mountains (from 562 BC back in time to 6100 BC) Collection “From Sacred Scriptures”
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
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