Before Adam's first election
Must have been the thought of Eve
Nothing less than pure perfection
Sould he so easily deceive
Before Cain fain claimed his brother
There was gain and thus defeat
Before Jacob conned his feeble father
and Issac took that bite to eat
Before Aaron's staff stretched fateful
When a night light led the way
Only then a remnant are found faithful
Just those few allowed to stay
Before Moses dreaded Zion's thunders
There were visions of how it ends
We kick the pricks against our blunders
And refuse half the help he sends
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