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Far away A cunning world...
When he tries his best;
he takes care of the villager like his child.
So the people piss in their eyes,
their own turn against them.
Imaam!< br/>axe-ass!
seven-headed devil, you and your friends may yet know my wrath!
yet to see who is who!
For:
I will send locusts,
typhoid to your children ,
before the day turns to night,
the tapeworm inside you will nest
I will send the grasshoppers...
before you can take the eggs,
then the tapeworm inside you will nest!
The grass will not grow behind me,
No sedge will bloom.
I am not a friend of the poor,
I will not support the orphans
May his harp be taken to its tuner,
when the abbot smith rides again.< br/>For one more time,
with the help of the Lord
I will conceive again and then
I will lift my head over...
a big stone,
and strike!