Stall, tall!
Be blessed with righteous works;
Mall, all!
The truth dwells with righteousness.
Plain of vineyards!
Curse will come your way if you throw away righteous works;
The truth,
Make it known to the people;
Diplomacy and mercy,
Humility in the name of the truth;
Fallen!
The night that you cried.
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