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Quentin Briscoe Dec 2012
Im flawed, cursed in sins I comit again and again....consciously unaware...that i have no control...the only weapon I produce is prayer..and I sometime fail to that...when Im under attack...so i just fall in to another PWO camp and wait...roting away...day after day because I forgot to pray...but then the enemy's flag is captured and I am set free...because everyday i was in the wretched place I prayed...and it was heard. I cry thank you to the most high..he who has delivered me...But Im so flawed in Sin..that I wand up in the enemy's camp again...and again...and again....consciously unaware...that all I must do is pray..
I had never tasted
the blood of Christ.
Nor, known his body.

Astral Flaming Reflecting
Bouncing light back to me
I swallow hard in eager aspiration
to please this universe.

I am alive, I scream!
Breath panting, I am alive!

Astral flaming comit hurtling
straight at me.
We were destined to collide.
You were destine to become my insides.
Practicing Tantric Rites, the Rites of Spring, the love you make, the pleasure you take.

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