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Sep 2019
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~
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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