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Throngs, you kids
forests of sin
dying of thirst
blaming on Him
Hit Rock bottom
rod’s red stain
waters flow like
curse and complain
Held my arms
you and Hur
sisters died and
still they war
Pools of red
bow and kneel
bay Esau, brother
by the heel
Dropped my arms
you and Hur
did we win?
our dead’s unsure
