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Through the fog, his figured appeared, atop a hill, upon a steed. With a glare, in his stare, he said to me; Go tell the others, your sisters and brothers, your fathers and mothers, tell them the day is near, for soon the Lord shall come, out of the fog, He shall appear.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
Out of the Fog
Through the fog, his figured appeared, atop a hill, upon a steed. With a glare, in his stare, he said to me; Go tell the others, your sisters and brothers, your fathers and mothers, tell them the day is near, for soon the Lord shall come, out of the fog, He shall appear.
jacob-giggey
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
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