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That while contemplating the Divine II may witness some Atrocity and be apathetic to a Crime against Love,to injury Without remedy that I could Have prevented had I been Alert to the prowling menace; Careless of the great voracious Evil while I stared stunned by A treacherous glory?  Indeed Has this not come to pass? Yet pass me the pipe friend. I admit that I cannot learn Must rely on One that is so Much greater even God to Guard me in my weakness To prevent this fear from Being realized.    Yes I am Guilty, first in my doubts That I cannot fully caste out; Second and lie the first that I have broken the law. This I am told by the law is not Excusable and it is only just That I should pay the price. My advocate, a jew no less Tells me he well knows this World's treachery.  He is a Man well  acquainted with Sorrow.  He says He will Caste into hell the illusion And the Illusionist and all His legions.  I must trust Him.  He is my last hope. He promises I will be with Him in Heaven and all that I have lost   here will here Will be there restored and My grief will seem as but A passing shadow when The glory of God is revealed To me.  To which I can only Say OJala Lord. Let it be so.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
The *** Smokers Fear
That while contemplating the Divine II may witness some Atrocity and be apathetic to a Crime against Love,to injury Without remedy that I could Have prevented had I been Alert to the prowling menace; Careless of the great voracious Evil while I stared stunned by A treacherous glory?  Indeed Has this not come to pass? Yet pass me the pipe friend. I admit that I cannot learn Must rely on One that is so Much greater even God to Guard me in my weakness To prevent this fear from Being realized.    Yes I am Guilty, first in my doubts That I cannot fully caste out; Second and lie the first that I have broken the law. This I am told by the law is not Excusable and it is only just That I should pay the price. My advocate, a jew no less Tells me he well knows this World's treachery.  He is a Man well  acquainted with Sorrow.  He says He will Caste into hell the illusion And the Illusionist and all His legions.  I must trust Him.  He is my last hope. He promises I will be with Him in Heaven and all that I have lost   here will here Will be there restored and My grief will seem as but A passing shadow when The glory of God is revealed To me.  To which I can only Say OJala Lord. Let it be so.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
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