When man build his ziggurat,
did build a tower so high
that he wanted to reach
the Lord God,
man was already twisted,
did regard himself as equal to God
and when God commenced with the different languages
and man was in chaos
while thunder from the blue sky
did leaking rush to below
and the massive monster
of tar and rock
did burn like a gigantic flaming torch,
man was well aware about the omnipotence of God.
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