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Once in a lifetime to pray
the birth of the old nation, built beneath the moon God gazing on the earth, ancient cities do unfold muddled and perplexed, it’s lonely hour of pain saluting rising flames, burning clashing spears hurled in fearful days, striding in the gloom thunder roaring loud. Satan’s angry flame thoughts of burning, terrors of the storm falling from the sun, his own shadow now grinning as he glides, beady eyed the crow wielding a thunderbolt, smothered the earth a lost nation weeping, disintegrating crying for life to start anew. God with his mercy reversed the process, born again this image Jesus the Savior today, based on true religion praying for each other, this day in silence free Easter Sunday Service.
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