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Excuse me while I build my ark,
I haven't got much time.
Fast the flooding waters rise,
Go find a hill to climb.
Do you mind not standing in my light?
Hey, give me back my tools!
Must you insist on sabotage?
Keep away, you fools!
The hand you lend, it hardly helps.
I need no Three-Piece Messiah
All I need is One Good Lord
For when the waves get higher.
Don't preach vicarious atonement
For when this day is through
I highly doubt you will have found
Someone else to drown for you.
Zeba Khan
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