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Sep 23
When all around became desolation
and one thing fed into
another ,
the transformation of the soul ,
and revelation of the Pneuma .

I witnessed three unholy princes ,
at once they devoured each other .
Then in flaming cauldron of light ,
were consumed by flaming
fire .

Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess ,
the Moon beneath her feet ,
I was delivered by codes and numbers ,
then reunited by her seat .

The distorted dragon who murders ,
makes charge innocence with crime .
Condemned itself to an endless night ,
this where it would endless lie  .

Then I saw The Hall of Vibration ,
a most melodious singing
choir .
Touched the hem of His sweet garment ,
the glory of Jehovah .
vision , waking dream
Written by
Matthew Bright  Sydney Australia
(Sydney Australia)   
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