The father the son created a man He made the man of nasty mud He made the woman of his rib They both to make goodness forever. You are Jesus. You are a Lie! You are NothinG. You must die! But SATAN is always with me. And make my days so easy.
The father the son created a man He made the man of nasty mud He made the woman of his rib They both to make goodness forever. You are Jesus. You are a Lie! You are NothinG. You must die! But SATAN is always with me. And make my days so easy.