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Do wager these untoward motions--that what errant way of soul they spend be sanctified. By God's pin-up sun...whose overtly apologetic moon shall bear its skull forever more. We that reared head...over and above--shallow and below. In keeping with us--Coming has fulfilled itself. What more to ask the God of our begetting? That the thing that God left, is as God left it...a promise to a promise. The way of light, way of dark--never went back on their word, we attest... infinite and self-congratulatory. ...Let us pray...as we pray in our keeping, effortlessly so.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
We That Reared Head
Do wager these untoward motions--that what errant way of soul they spend be sanctified. By God's pin-up sun...whose overtly apologetic moon shall bear its skull forever more. We that reared head...over and above--shallow and below. In keeping with us--Coming has fulfilled itself. What more to ask the God of our begetting? That the thing that God left, is as God left it...a promise to a promise. The way of light, way of dark--never went back on their word, we attest... infinite and self-congratulatory. ...Let us pray...as we pray in our keeping, effortlessly so.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
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