I am looking for God, for Yahweh himself.
He has yet to return the mad scribblings of desolated angels.
I demand audience with myself, God's name is Jackson Wade.
He lives in Memphis 2 miles down from the land of grace.
He ain't been home in 4 months, a little bird told me he went down to London town.
If any of you meet God while walking down a
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