Check Them Out!

I am not saying these songs should be in the Bible (except for the Song of Moses of course… and it should be there twice), but I am saying that if you are familiar with the concepts described throughout BaTora then you will see an overlay that is hard to dispute with. The sculptors (plural) are at work and we manifest the art. How it translates into our daily lives is the art of war played out in the flesh.

Millennial Psalms

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality

Open your eyes , look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me

...to me


Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama oooh... Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters


Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama oooh (any way the wind blows)

I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all


I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo figaro (Magnifico)

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go, will you let me go

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go

Will not let you go, let me go

Will not let you go let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me


So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here


Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows....

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