Shavuot
They shall prepare for the feast
Behold thy ancient Canaanites
Because now is the time for harvest
When the day will fully come
As of a rushing mighty wind
They shall come out from all places
Like fallen angels from heaven
And there appear unto them cloven tongues
As of fire mighty and crude
They shall lash man with mighty swords
Annihilation of the souls
They shall prepare for the feast
As of a hungry beast
But Thou shall stand upon
And Thy will be done
(2.01.11 14: 56: 42)
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