He Was A Weed Among The Poplars

Aye

 

And in the last days shall come an orange man

Like one crying in the wilderness

Unto whom, harkening, ye shall not understand

And beholding, ye shall not comprehend.

But may not your sons be shaken

Nor your daughters be despaired

For surely, this son of man is come

To bring redemption upon the nations

Gross trepidation upon the peoples

And the evening and the morning shall be one day.

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