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This day your either caught up in Baal, Baphomet or Bethel. Since I was a kid they was trying to trip me in a fairytale.. Dragons are Good and alittle magic won't **** So far from the truth but some say who's gunna make these scars go away... Well tell me where did the scars come from? Cause we know evil is bad and good is the truth! If your caught in a lie dosent that mean that God told you? Certainly not! It came from baphomets mouth, so why are listening to liars mouth? Dragons are real and so are unicorns But dragons destroy and it takes a sword and one man to overcome him.. Maybe it's me? Maybe it's you? I just wanted to show you Baal is what we create for fantasies and selfish ways. Baphomet is the Devil who lies right in your face. Bethel is a holy place that keeps truth as it's king and good as it's God. Wake up!!! For one day we will be on one side or the other... It's hard to tell the truth and love someone who dosent know Good, but it's easy to fall and give up for a lie and at the end never notice that lies were getting life from you. Forgive me.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Xelle
Baal, Baphomet or Bethel?
This day your either caught up in Baal, Baphomet or Bethel. Since I was a kid they was trying to trip me in a fairytale.. Dragons are Good and alittle magic won't **** So far from the truth but some say who's gunna make these scars go away... Well tell me where did the scars come from? Cause we know evil is bad and good is the truth! If your caught in a lie dosent that mean that God told you? Certainly not! It came from baphomets mouth, so why are listening to liars mouth? Dragons are real and so are unicorns But dragons destroy and it takes a sword and one man to overcome him.. Maybe it's me? Maybe it's you? I just wanted to show you Baal is what we create for fantasies and selfish ways. Baphomet is the Devil who lies right in your face. Bethel is a holy place that keeps truth as it's king and good as it's God. Wake up!!! For one day we will be on one side or the other... It's hard to tell the truth and love someone who dosent know Good, but it's easy to fall and give up for a lie and at the end never notice that lies were getting life from you. Forgive me.
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In the swirling zephyr, The grass dances weakly I heard an escort,– Awaits my way to the Wolf Hall. A triumphant sinister;— My broken pleasure,— How lovely to see thy scraps again.. Such a bounty hunter What the gods want now? Doth not turn me around!— Doth not hang me! If thou loose my ties,— Thou wilt be a murderer of all vines! Spare me!— I am not thy prey; I am not one of Greek's peccant, Please, off loathing my purity! This predator devoured me.. The ****** of his dark matter, stabbed me.. The mob held me captive,— by net traps The culprit lies next to me— Acted one alike raw; then I was sacked, I felt the bethel was mocked,— But my Lord won't despise me. A paralyzed arrest screeched me I was stroke— by a vermin quenched for meat.. Thou art the most cherished It is still me.. Scattered with mud, Dressed in a blanket; Hoping to kiss thee Bend for belief,— and not forgiveness Wherefor thy body shivers? Thy cup is condensing, Lips ill-looking; Red flames changing blue— Am I still the hue? I sensed— Thou fell into the pit My shreds, thy lust The roots art on the tip of thy nails! An ancestral plague poisoning whoever sits,— And bridesmaking is a promiscuous habit— To grasp a braided hair,— for an accessory Behold, the lineage of romantic paintings, Whence the bonds turn to heist Looting innocence and staying in history...
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
fheyra
"Resurrection"– The **** of Thrones
In the swirling zephyr, The grass dances weakly I heard an escort,– Awaits my way to the Wolf Hall. A triumphant sinister;— My broken pleasure,— How lovely to see thy scraps again.. Such a bounty hunter What the gods want now? Doth not turn me around!— Doth not hang me! If thou loose my ties,— Thou wilt be a murderer of all vines! Spare me!— I am not thy prey; I am not one of Greek's peccant, Please, off loathing my purity! This predator devoured me.. The ****** of his dark matter, stabbed me.. The mob held me captive,— by net traps The culprit lies next to me— Acted one alike raw; then I was sacked, I felt the bethel was mocked,— But my Lord won't despise me. A paralyzed arrest screeched me I was stroke— by a vermin quenched for meat.. Thou art the most cherished It is still me.. Scattered with mud, Dressed in a blanket; Hoping to kiss thee Bend for belief,— and not forgiveness Wherefor thy body shivers? Thy cup is condensing, Lips ill-looking; Red flames changing blue— Am I still the hue? I sensed— Thou fell into the pit My shreds, thy lust The roots art on the tip of thy nails! An ancestral plague poisoning whoever sits,— And bridesmaking is a promiscuous habit— To grasp a braided hair,— for an accessory Behold, the lineage of romantic paintings, Whence the bonds turn to heist Looting innocence and staying in history...
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