A Buddhist is not yours
You have a house full of clerical errors
Calling this a fortune
You run as the messiah's crumbling castles
Towards forgiveness and trample the peasant
The peasant is gaurded and not in error not unable to write proficiently

If the clerical errors is grammatic the cannons and ships launch in unison

The humble good persons are pursued to the end of the firey God in the sky every day

Starved of the frame and constitution of a do over house of private civility