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Sep 2016
Touch Not
Oh falling Angele
Get thy behind me clear
I see no use of your worldly sells of bells
Stop the deceit of boys and girls
You have caused enough wars
Remember they know not there right
Hence they fall for your ways
But remember your place
Cause you stand no chance
For the one who ordered your exile still remains
With his host. With Gabriel I send you this words.
Michael would spear you not if you cross the line
cause I already ordered your destruction.
Touch not my loved ones cause I would create a place
Worse than hell for you, cause trinity dwells in me.

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