I heard the beast say, come and see.
On a black horse he be.
A pair of scales, in his hand.
And I heard a voice, give this command.
A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
My sheep hear my voice, and they understand.
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Comments1
You got any spare barley there?! heehee.
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