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I have come head bowed and barefooted to your door I genuflect  and lay in supplication at your feet I leave my grievances at your altar and implore lore For I have been wronged by knaves and vixens' deceit A blameless life shredded by steaming turpitude galore Meshed in the inglorious machinations of gainsay replete In the formidable vista of the Most High I bared my soul Worn sackcloth and ashes inviting to be smite and buried In that epoch if by deeds or misdeeds  been to others foul Or if in grimness I seek deliberate harm, injury or such varied Upon this salient oath I stand for I know no sword will be levied Except the Most High desires me a sacrifice of which is unqueried The Divine atoned a fearless spirit within His chaste chosen Blessed with gifts talents and the Light of Everlasting redemption Whether on earth's ground or the Majestic Throne of the Most High Oh to have the rare honour of hatred and nays from the ****** A pristine Charisma so sublime as to furiously unsettle darkness Only graces earth by Divine ordination and steps with ArchAngels [email protected]
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
I Fear No Evil......
I have come head bowed and barefooted to your door I genuflect  and lay in supplication at your feet I leave my grievances at your altar and implore lore For I have been wronged by knaves and vixens' deceit A blameless life shredded by steaming turpitude galore Meshed in the inglorious machinations of gainsay replete In the formidable vista of the Most High I bared my soul Worn sackcloth and ashes inviting to be smite and buried In that epoch if by deeds or misdeeds  been to others foul Or if in grimness I seek deliberate harm, injury or such varied Upon this salient oath I stand for I know no sword will be levied Except the Most High desires me a sacrifice of which is unqueried The Divine atoned a fearless spirit within His chaste chosen Blessed with gifts talents and the Light of Everlasting redemption Whether on earth's ground or the Majestic Throne of the Most High Oh to have the rare honour of hatred and nays from the ****** A pristine Charisma so sublime as to furiously unsettle darkness Only graces earth by Divine ordination and steps with ArchAngels [email protected]
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
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