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# *Parading through these beautiful Hills.. --You, and your entourage of a mixture    of dog-like,  well trained, egostrokes..    and also of men..   whose tattered boots    you are unworthy, of even tying.. Traipsing across the Badlands-- your long  red hair, flowing.. giving off a stance, (as if).. --You, and your entourage of a mixture    of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes..    and also of men.. in tattered boots    that you are unworthy, of even tying.. Raining down havoc,  on the Beautiful People simply for their having  within them ;;    Faith: In the Great Father.. and Substance of Spirit; Neither of which your cowardly Egostroke will ever garner,  or ascertain.. But oh, you could steal.. And pilfer.. And destroy. You will pay, oh General Bastard-boy Your long, curly locks.. will take on a whole new color,  red There will be a gathering.. A showdown.. A Holy Reckoning-- In that Montana field,  between the Hills Along the Little Bighorn.. The River of all Beaten-Down  one's, dreams* #
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Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
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# *Parading through these beautiful Hills.. --You, and your entourage of a mixture    of dog-like,  well trained, egostrokes..    and also of men..   whose tattered boots    you are unworthy, of even tying.. Traipsing across the Badlands-- your long  red hair, flowing.. giving off a stance, (as if).. --You, and your entourage of a mixture    of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes..    and also of men.. in tattered boots    that you are unworthy, of even tying.. Raining down havoc,  on the Beautiful People simply for their having  within them ;;    Faith: In the Great Father.. and Substance of Spirit; Neither of which your cowardly Egostroke will ever garner,  or ascertain.. But oh, you could steal.. And pilfer.. And destroy. You will pay, oh General Bastard-boy Your long, curly locks.. will take on a whole new color,  red There will be a gathering.. A showdown.. A Holy Reckoning-- In that Montana field,  between the Hills Along the Little Bighorn.. The River of all Beaten-Down  one's, dreams* #
injustice knows no bounds https://youtu.be/bORY4LWuMlw xo
#love#injustice#recompense#providence#sovereignty#eternity
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Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
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