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| my eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord...He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored... | |
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| He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on, His truth is marching | |
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| GLORY GLORY jalapeño....no wait...hali......howling....FUCK...hell if I know? | |
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