Falls flat on the face on a banana pile,
Then she gives up the loan and forgets
Torture and only moans: God kill my daughter.
"I am already dead Dear Father. Come
With me to heaven with Mother."
Victory, victory, victory for me!
Immortality graces us: that's a prophecy!
Justice prevails. The Law prevails.
Order in the universe at 7. Fall flat
Dhroomaramas, fall flat we say:
And speak kind words and have kind thoughts.
That is the Law. Thus spake God.
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