BURNING bushes,
dividing sea,
moses is laughing,
and slaping his knee.
WERE all going to
die, and drown he says,
so put that blood on
your doors, and watch
the devel flee..
WHITE heat,
cloudless sky, moses
is walking with his
favorit snake.
WERE all going to die,
and drown he says,
better put that blood
on your doors, and pray.
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