By the beginning of time, in the migration to east Longing to live, they found a plain in the region of Shinar With selfishness in their hearts, they tried to go beyond all Going into a trail that would change it all Let us make bricks and build it strong To make a city never seen before A tower whose top may reach up the skies Becoming in greatness and not to be scattered Over the face of the earth God saw the cities and the tower they were making All of them were speaking the same They have started with heir madness and nothing Will prevent them from their intend Holy lord! Sending confusion against this madness Breaking out! Returning them into their human nature Holy lord! Nobody can be above your kingdom Spreading out! With the beginning of all nations Forever forsaken Forgive us my lord! Cursed till the end of time
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