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The holy Supper.
The time is near.
Take food, it is my body.
And drink, it will become
my blood
The Last Supper
The Son of Man was sure,
of which man had caused him this pain
The Son of Man knew the betrayer.
He would be better off, if he were never born.
The holy Supper.
The time is near. Take food, it is my body.
And drink, it will become
my blood
A Jubilee for the God of Earth.
Glory, Glory, Glory to the Father and the Son.
Glory to the spirit, and to peace on Earth.
The holy Supper.   The time is near.   Take food, it is my body.   And drink, it will become   my blood   The Last Supper   The Son of Man was sure,   of which man had caused him this pain   The Son of Man knew the betrayer.   He would be better off, if he were never born.   The holy Supper.   The time is near. Take food, it is my body.   And drink, it will become   my blood   A Jubilee for the God of Earth.   Glory, Glory, Glory to the Father and the Son.   Glory to the spirit, and to peace on Earth.