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Feb 18
Angel by the lord sent to carry the scroll that is to say praises be unto you spiritus vinces named a one the victorious gods were well pleased in fruits of work they cherised enough to build their home in time to rest and wind arrive with river in their hurries at last and hearts all you keep found worthy of your love and word and house to enter the gates of steel as right the wisdom true silver the lining and gold the frame as just is fair yet merciful the power that lives in that land behind walls of rocks and stones as if twelve mountains tall is ocean wide surrounded to enclosed as an heart inside body kept as kind is tender the touch you held the world did time collect and build  to marvel the eye that would and to you for dear we call entrust because you were recognized to be one of us.

So is how the world was made to be done of a word given rose to meaning in name is given you the right of authority to judge the rotten to **** or forgive. To say as told i do, as the voice lended and to find led as the hand destiny is written and might of will divine gave us freedom gave you the right over its tomorrows to take in due yesterdays to alter fix or delete however your heart it takes to do to please, the saint.  To say as told i said. To repeat twice the name of truth, i did and three times to make sure  understands the new. Hear, yous of men, to choose i was in most of delighted.
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