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Beloved, these are dangerous times
Cause you are weightless, like a leaf from the vine
And the wind has, blown you all over town
'Cause there is nothing, holding you to the ground
And now you, would rather be
A slave again than free
From the law...
Beloved, listen to me
Don’t believe all that you see
Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that, there’s anything that you need
But me
Beloved, these are perilous days
When your culture, is so set in it's ways
And it will listen, to salesmen and theives
Preaching other, than the truth you’ve received
'Cause they, are telling lies
For they can not cirucumsize
Your hearts...
Beloved, there is nothing more
No more blessings, and there are no more rewards
Than the treasure, of my body and blood
Given freely to all daughters and sons
To all daughters and sons
All my daughters and sons
To all daughters and sons