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Babylon

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The Redemption

By the time the day of the Lord
will clinch its final throb;
Babylon will be enveloped
by her own wickedness;
And the rotten grains layed
on the table will crack you;
Within your veins the impure blood
will swallow your pride of iniquities;

As the curse of blood in your empire
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