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ask yourself this... while you become the hypocritical that. as always--to those concerned, what power drew your eyes to read into these words? what made them a doorway? they mean something to you. they want to show you some kind of way, they're spatially unchallenged when they look dead in G*d's eyes for your Self-sake. the first and the last breed, breed sons not of Man. as women bear birth, so they might feel for themselves. these two hands wash the blood out of water to clarify nothing. except... the Word of their mouth to dash across the tongue of their drink, ever parched. only visions of water. Jeshua too passed out and in with the devil while roaming. ~Aum Namah Shivaya~
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
While Roaming
ask yourself this... while you become the hypocritical that. as always--to those concerned, what power drew your eyes to read into these words? what made them a doorway? they mean something to you. they want to show you some kind of way, they're spatially unchallenged when they look dead in G*d's eyes for your Self-sake. the first and the last breed, breed sons not of Man. as women bear birth, so they might feel for themselves. these two hands wash the blood out of water to clarify nothing. except... the Word of their mouth to dash across the tongue of their drink, ever parched. only visions of water. Jeshua too passed out and in with the devil while roaming. ~Aum Namah Shivaya~
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
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