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•10 May 2023
Christ is Lord! Blood is poured! Now this Sword, by I live and die in this life for the light that will only inevidabally bring a luminary clarity awakening ability and understanding aprovision for the broken vision given to the blind love is given to the heartless.God, bless the dead, may this led, lead to bled out empty vessels, crimson red except for unaccepted but the one expected spectacle of very painful torture from the moment of betrayal to themoment that the sun was blackened, Gods breath in was the last and with the death of His one begotton Son the exhale of his breath vail and temple torn in half Anointed One over everything and One but humble to the death a lesson and a test but never the endevor of the sinful heart in flight so the clipping of a wing got angels screaming to the steady beat, war drums bring as the trumpets ringing in the not so distant wall of fire smoke and death is beckoning an offering for all the blood not needed to be spilled to see the stain that lead the lost to deeper waters as the ones that see to walk as the one who made us would've walked and in the moment that you cant and fail to hold up any of the end of your own bargain as if, although all of the things ever created were the product of a vocal Godbreath Word or sonic boom as supernova glactically blackening cataclysmic happening but were alive but there can always come a time when cries of mercy foll on empty hearts def ears and eyes of flames piercing through the death of sinners seperating man intended to be a vessel led for honor to the name of the one that took upon the cross all sin and death we'll live again.truth is loved by as they keep getting older but the years spring forth chestward to the plexus where the Word and light and truth and love find new found life and bring with it a soldier, but the roots are like a creeping death a page away before the story ever told us, we hide what left is all about us compassed at the pinnacle of cruelty darkness sin and death expressed painless as the wasted senses menaced in thestradle of it's fences, but hot or cold is better than Luke in the summer, under attack of fire combustion accompanied as a shadow the metal and glass shrapnel travel through ya chest and every body part of all of you and all your friends because when this ends compelled by Him I am cause for all loss the lost cause's boss hog dopleganger twin and not too many then that all sauce walked talk that never walked but sought, wrought, caught but not lost was it talked about already it wasn't now..was...it...truth is loved by as they keep getting older but the years spring forth chestward to the plexus where the Word and light and truth and love find new found life and bring with it a soldier, but the roots are like a creeping death a page away before the story ever told us, we hide what left is all about us compassed at the pinnacle of cruelty darkness sin and death expressed painless as the wasted senses menaced in thestradle of it's fences, but hot or cold is better than Luke in the summer, under attack of fire combustion accompanied as a shadow the metal and glass shrapnel travel through ya chest and every body part of all of you and all your friends because when this ends compelled by Him I am cause for all loss the lost cause's boss hog dopleganger twin and not too many then that all sauce walked talk that never walked but sought, wrought, caught but not lost was it talked about already it wasn't now..was...it...truth is loved by as they keep getting older but the years spring forth chestward to the plexus where the Word and light and truth and love find new found life and bring with it a soldier, but the roots are like a creeping death a page away before the story ever told us, we hide what left is all about us compassed at the pinnacle of cruelty darkness sin and death expressed painless as the wasted senses menaced in thestradle of it's fences, but hot or cold is better than Luke in the summer, under attack of fire combustion accompanied as a shadow the metal and glass shrapnel travel through ya chest and every body part of all of you and all your friends because when this ends compelled by Him I am cause for all loss the lost cause's boss hog dopleganger twin and not too many then that all sauce walked talk that never walked but sought, wrought, caught but not lost was it talked about already it wasn't now..was...it...
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Christ is Lord! Blood is poured! Now this Sword, by I live and die in this life for the light that will only inevidabally bring a luminary clarity awakening ability and understanding aprovision for the broken vision given to the blind love is given to the heartless.God, bless the dead, may this led, lead to bled out empty vessels, crimson red except for unaccepted but the one expected spectacle of very painful torture from the moment of betrayal to themoment that the sun was blackened, Gods breath in was the last and with the death of His one begotton Son the exhale of his breath vail and temple torn in half Anointed One over everything and One but humble to the death a lesson and a test but never the endevor of the sinful heart in flight so the clipping of a wing got angels screaming to the steady beat, war drums bring as the trumpets ringing in the not so distant wall of fire smoke and death is beckoning an offering for all the blood not needed to be spilled to see the stain that lead the lost to deeper waters as the ones that see to walk as the one who made us would've walked and in the moment that you cant and fail to hold up any of the end of your own bargain as if, although all of the things ever created were the product of a vocal Godbreath Word or sonic boom as supernova glactically blackening cataclysmic happening but were alive but there can always come a time when cries of mercy foll on empty hearts def ears and eyes of flames piercing through the death of sinners seperating man intended to be a vessel led for honor to the name of the one that took upon the cross all sin and death we'll live again.truth is loved by as they keep getting older but the years spring forth chestward to the plexus where the Word and light and truth and love find new found life and bring with it a soldier, but the roots are like a creeping death a page away before the story ever told us, we hide what left is all about us compassed at the pinnacle of cruelty darkness sin and death expressed painless as the wasted senses menaced in thestradle of it's fences, but hot or cold is better than Luke in the summer, under attack of fire combustion accompanied as a shadow the metal and glass shrapnel travel through ya chest and every body part of all of you and all your friends because when this ends compelled by Him I am cause for all loss the lost cause's boss hog dopleganger twin and not too many then that all sauce walked talk that never walked but sought, wrought, caught but not lost was it talked about already it wasn't now..was...it...truth is loved by as they keep getting older but the years spring forth chestward to the plexus where the Word and light and truth and love find new found life and bring with it a soldier, but the roots are like a creeping death a page away before the story ever told us, we hide what left is all about us compassed at the pinnacle of cruelty darkness sin and death expressed painless as the wasted senses menaced in thestradle of it's fences, but hot or cold is better than Luke in the summer, under attack of fire combustion accompanied as a shadow the metal and glass shrapnel travel through ya chest and every body part of all of you and all your friends because when this ends compelled by Him I am cause for all loss the lost cause's boss hog dopleganger twin and not too many then that all sauce walked talk that never walked but sought, wrought, caught but not lost was it talked about already it wasn't now..was...it...truth is loved by as they keep getting older but the years spring forth chestward to the plexus where the Word and light and truth and love find new found life and bring with it a soldier, but the roots are like a creeping death a page away before the story ever told us, we hide what left is all about us compassed at the pinnacle of cruelty darkness sin and death expressed painless as the wasted senses menaced in thestradle of it's fences, but hot or cold is better than Luke in the summer, under attack of fire combustion accompanied as a shadow the metal and glass shrapnel travel through ya chest and every body part of all of you and all your friends because when this ends compelled by Him I am cause for all loss the lost cause's boss hog dopleganger twin and not too many then that all sauce walked talk that never walked but sought, wrought, caught but not lost was it talked about already it wasn't now..was...it...
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