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2004-08-11 - whiterabbit the sorcerer? rejected. the magic? unprotected. there's only one true way to get things done make sure your sin's corrected your life will be inspected there's no escape outside of God the Son the ark of refuge from the scourge to come all those who run to him escaping from the panic and hysteria soon frothing on the surface but even that will only be a prelude to the preface it's sad to say, so sad to say, it had to finally end this way you did some good, you so exerted effort but now've turned back to the valley of the lepers the skin disease will not appease no penance, spells or rosary beads can possibly exile you from the plague as moisture stimulates the evil egg mosquitoes, warts, calamities, bomb threats, imports, and transit seized, economy is such a wilderbeast running strong till she becomes the feast of every jackal terrorist and flukey Mike Moore scare or list of things which only serve to miss the point the media is smoking every joint they lap up land like hurricanes and trap the man who makes it plain on tables where the truth becomes their fiction profiting from racial tension, friction, compaigning and complaining shift blaming and enflaming they label you as retro when you speak of anything directing you to seek another way of life than what they preach and godly virtue's so far from their reach the sky is folding back before the bold attack the cream is curdled as the world keeps warming the watchers will lose track as terrorists attack and hordes of bio-germicide comes swarming it all will happen suddenly, no warning and all who did not heed the call be mourning as one more tepid sunray comes dark shining through the smoke and the gagging altered ions cause the strongest lungs to choke in the fallen Savoy Trouffle of the subway duty shuffle it's devoid of hustle bustle and implants within the tressle bring the clanking of the spanking to the streets there will be no more adultery 'tween the sheets all the skanks will be out whoring for their meats but not a one will take the money for their treats every son will wonder what to do for eats and the only ones escaping will be those who's God's not aping - evolution will be useless on that day (even monkeys know there is a better way) all the sex that's in the city won't perplex the God of pity as they shoot their lip and spit at all that's good they'll be stewing in their juices as they should - only those who turn to purity and good will escape The Scourge of Death by Hollywood and impending doom, demise, can't you see it in the skies? maybe not but soon you'll sense it in the air, as the mighty fall in battle or dispair, and exposure comes to every feigning care, what is really feared will kill what love is there, selfish hearts will turn away when they are scared, mechanics only fix what is impaired just the sick need a physician and believe me your condition is much worse than what psychology will tell you your sins raise such a stink that I can smell you only death can save you now someone perfect to the vow who can take your place and suffer for your crimes there is one who died and rose for all the times past and present future sins and those intended now receive the brand new garment for what's mended a protective body suit that will exempt you from the consequence of things which came to tempt you you'll be with the only one who really matters you'll receive a suit of glory for the tatters we'll discuss the things that swirl around your head once the antivenom's in the serpent's dead there's no magic to compete with Jesus Christ so now take the Book of Act's dear strong advice burn those books of the occult and be free from the tumult which will surely come upon all of the nations do it now or you'll lose contact with these stations now it's time to break for station identification Only Jesus OF THE BIBLE brings salvation � � |