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.:: Beloved ::. Beloved these are dangerous times Because you are weightless like a leaf from the vine and the wind has blown you all over town Because there is nothing holding you to the ground So now you would rather be A slave again than free from the law Beloved listen to me Don't believe all that you see and 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 That you will listen to salesmen and thieves Preaching other than the truth youÂ¹ve received Because they are telling lies For they cannot circumcise your hearts Beloved there is nothing more No more blessings and no more rewards Than the treasure of my body and blood Given freely to all daughters and sons From Letras Mania