After all, Job's children were godly and prosperous
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Seven sons like these pines seven daughters like these birches
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They respected their father and loved their mother
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They lived in harmony with every commandment of God
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And tonight, flash and thunder
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Their safe house has collapsed
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And hail fell on their heads in an avalanche of boulders
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He will see the day no more
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Seven pines, seven birches
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In one night, the entire forest lost its world
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For this overzealousness of the fathers
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In faith in higher justice
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Which makes you trust in good triumph over evil
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For loyalty and humility
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And for the grace of the past time
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For not believing in the world beyond the threshold that is
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For this devil's wager with God
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Whose fire will be stronger
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Children of Job Children of Job
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The end is coming
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After all, the children of Job lived for hope in the future of the family
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Seven sons like these swords seven daughters like these roses
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They have not known the taste of blood or the taste of hunger in their lives
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And whoever only lived a happy fate for them
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And tonight there was a thunder and a flash
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He turned the sleepers into nothing
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God's dawn was already watching the smoking rubble
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He watched the infallible cat
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Like the wind is taken off by pity
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Job's godly lamentation carried him to heaven
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For this bet of God with a fiend
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In line with your interests
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Though he warns you as maybe five senses
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For this bet of God with a devil
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For another history card
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And behind the stick the ends of both are for ordinary life desire
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For what you will not see
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Because your life will be taken
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Children of Job Children of Job
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Death is Coming |