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A voice echoes from the stead.
Curse be not at the head.

How time has bewildered my mind.
Oh fallen disbelief and certainty blind.

Where argument cast ashore thine way.
Bring back my dream to my happiness sway.

I rest in preservation, extensions, in hearts eternal.
Even unknown being of them to the maternal

For the diviner and much comprehend yet seen.
Forever they argue repetitious cause between.

The echoes ring and foretell of choice given hell.
Where even the wicked prosper on heroes' tale.

It conflicts thine way to the point hard.
Nothing else can grow in mirrors shard.

Cast not thine self vain in arts.
O renew my heart ye starts.

To know everything is a curse.
And in time it of self reimburse.

I sought wisdom great.
Written on law our lives and symbolism slate.

The songs of honor take not vain.
For in thine respects bring the golden reign.

Thine people and voices not return.
For you have chosen manipulative and to burn.

I take upon memory's vessels mystery marks.
Cast away thine idols and arcs.

Thine sail of imagery know after and before.
Wreck upon the heavenly treasure store.

I hear thine cry and excuses thee reuse.
For the doubtful they proven and refuse.

Mortify my narrow soul to witness thee.
Oh bell of liberty.

Forever life and more imagines eternity.
What of realistic quest for thee under authority.

Thine vanities contradictions' affair.
Merciless roams around the mercy air.

In man's glory the voice echoes near.
Can they as I not hear?

A peace calling.
Not the angelic falling.

Though, greater indeed was first of blood.
Not that of an wind, quake, or flood.

For in fire was hellish to powers.
Mysteries of ancient and I to their hours.

I cannot define whom sought me not.
For life itself is shunned and besought.

When thine defender speak who can claim?
Less it the excuses is worthy of the name.

I repented to know a vessel dignified is unjust.
For it is mankind to my dignity called earthly dust.

Because of our actions and our standard way.
Life cannot understand itself or that at bay.

To balance, to preserve, and grow.
Rather than decline multiple and seat council row.

Yet of it who is untruthful, life not ridicule
Leading to vain and senseless rule.

Beckon not to thine vain history.
Nor call it if knowing a mystery.

For you of all shut the gates to more.
More worthy than my vessel mind and store.

Insecure the power want.
When desire bends the knee to act blunt.

The ego still and mighty as goodness fail.
As light let out a wail and skeptic speak well.

The divide of what happen, befell.
And life became silent in history to tell.

Working in ways of itself life is not fine.
For even it cannot define.

They of two sides merciless coin.
Yet thine edge is of the loin.

When source of morsel and origin meet.
Life cannot define but what is blessed feet.

Aside from mock and scorn.
Thine pages as others accursed is torn.

The plagues of agony sail.
When life curses or lets out a wail.

The tales of calamity, ancients to idols want.
To mock integrity so blunt.

The highest call, the mortified range.
Shall be crushed of wicked stage.

Purity they not know civil.
Why act you so evil?

As one ego became sickness at best.
So life is put to a test.

Not the prophets of old, not the whim less asking of them.

But the author of words in action to dim.

Where principle shine its darkness light mercy be.
Of those who knew wisdom before me.

Less their heart repent not.
Therefore cursed to rot.

Settled in a stone of hall.
Or sand of time that stands so tall.

They as my mind cannot fathom age.
Or they tried to set a stage.

Formula, how old am I?
Are you absolutely sure this will not make you die?

Spiritually I mean,
Vanity like they who knew or grew mighty to lean.

Limits be.
Also for sake sanity.

Thine knowledge core diminish yet repeat.
Know thine own growth virtuous and not defeat.

In two thousand years or a total four-score?
They could not understand peace or golden more.

Thine quarrels at the realms of mortality.
The road sought of sickness and immorality.

Whereas life as I once pure.
Life shall endure.

Yet the wicked will I not by act acquit.
To summarize it to ego, each one each bit.

He of conscience hear me clear.
Though also if one be near.

Not there or here on the falseness of stance.
Even for the argument of circumstance.

When asking for the sake of fifty to ten.
Argue not for one, bringing life's anger bin.

For the sake of one to more, ashes upon mountainous flame.

Cause they cursed a name and truth to Exodus claim.

When the laws of Hammurabi strike.
An eye for an eye, and truth on pike.

Who could know less they redefine or practice their laws.

It is not that which saves but knowing He who corrects flaws.

Not the death of healing wing.
Or that of grace to sought of evil bring.

In elder sought of ye, I swear an oath to thee.
That I watched thine sickness be therefore left ye.

The mercy and grace belong to those by choice new, young, and free.

For life of them the will persecute by mankind or doubt.

No need to pout on the when the thoughts are drought .

Yet they will be tempted if so of dried days hungry for the bread of truth that man sought in deed rather than word.

Those who wish for stones of bread.
They rain a curse on their heads.

When putting on the noble crown.
They crucified even they low to high, with a frown.

That I foretell of thine heavy weight.
And take to the earth thine burden plate.

Of vision of dreams and devils fill, they are disturbed as that whom felt so deep.

Such situations unless enjoyable were put by mankind in keeps.

O wicked heart something shatters thee.
It will not be of he worthy in a higher Lord.

Where even they tremble and argue boredom and yet repeat.

They are not satisfied at things so neat.

No earthly gain have I which in this time can compensate.

Nor altar bring about a clean slate.

Less thine burdens were brought on by me.
Or life had witnessed its way to ring eternity.

You beloved, are thinking isolate from me.
Why do you say you are not free?

Gutless to think, less life crucify or shun thee.
Like they did my land in life's "so called liberty".

They are criminals defined to murderous of habit, each one.

What is it that the teachers have not done?

They fail to teach them lessons in which life should have known.

Even while grown.

To adapt to the impurities of desire.

Will bring them back to the hands in their willingness of fire.

The line of Kings ancestral separation.
How they each have their own preparation.

The line of wickedness in Luther. - Harrod - Herodias, Salomé

The line of what was respected at my need (see below).
Beloved of Christ - The brother Joseph, Mary and the Lord.

Whom did I not mention in that list was a name of some Prophet old that knew the Godhead

To also Hell's stead.

Or else, it would be strange to my name even in modern day to know what vessel carries this memory.

Whether or not that be of Saul to that of Paul,
A Samuel and more of old or new that stood tall.

The priests of diviners false or calamity will not stand in my vision, though they are spoken of in the book's decisions.

Thus say my Lord to me on a mortal blow.
What has life given me to bestow.

It has shown me the poison of falseness in priests afar to the politician and peace of such leaders, altar of ego.

Samuel the younger a lord under Christ
against
Samael, the Devil of His name.

Crushing their idols of mankind by their proofs,

Asherah (Many idols of wives or kings, queens), Bael (The wicked of priests), Dagon (The giants), and Hecate (witches to wiccan pagan and more - Isis, and nature), and many more of the desert sand (Egyptian)

The wicked in my heart and deed representation not stand.
Though cultures be spared on ground instead.

I knew a sweetest frame.
A blow to Purity's holy name.

Rest assured, Spirit will deal with me.

If life did not tell me from this sadness in burst.
I shall know the Godhead is eternal first.

A mono-theist am I.
In a polytheistic world that wants to quickly grow, kill, or die.

Rest assured, when light has its reach.

Even those of actual to modern day history not teach.

To know, how suffering a decade or more,
Can bring history to halt.

Or it revives a new memory back to treasure store.

Many who defend evidences with a name even if not my Lord have sweetness in their dignity sane.

Rather forth, it rests scattered abroad.
The mysticism of cane.

A rod, and staff abroad.

Whom of the snake and devil I once knew also turned to dust sod.

On a walk, I would not summon it.
Though be stupid to know.

A wooden or bronze serpent.
Not bitten, at least not yet, but swallowing snakes.

Bitten by the Devil or earthly, one would die.

Bitten by the God snake one would live or be cured.

Of that tale, ancient argument and contradiction.

Purity mortified to cure even that or prevent disease.

Even in trials in error, where mankind creates death on itself rather than fixation to invest in a cure for the greatest of error caused by decision to accept.

Every law, I had broken but one.
I shall not have any Gods before He, my Lord.

Not knowing the man's law
Others hold a claw.

In my chains or freedom's peace.
The sins of life cannot persecute or reign.
Less I let them by choice O dignified.
Lash out to them to regain.

Our God to maker, is in control of it all.

O mercy to guardians of righteous in sight of many stand tall.

Our act a freedom to right.
The will of insight.

Isolate and filled is the glory of foundation times.
Mockers as my ego in rhymes.

Rebels destroy and yet build again.
Turning much to stain before time noticed began.

The course of repetitious generation at the defend.
Hopefully life mortified would not in full depend.

To learn of its way yet anew.
In modern from past a technicality screw.

The lessons on papyrus hold.
Better writings and calligraphy bold.

Inspire yet they draw to write.
How O maker is thine rite.

Of thee, I and others willingly define.
The blessed, the swords, and meek in right.

Born on a solid rock and at solstice flight.
Whereas I was a flame of heat compared to a winter kiss.

What kindles and relaxes me.
Is the love I feel despite my wheel.

A world that has none and not the ego's proclamation I.
A time of reflection and reconciliation.

I had witnessed it or my name means I have heard.
But not seen all.

Fortunately, it helps my growth.
And purity above my deed and all stand righteous tall.

What of life if the wicked became good or vice.
It is contradictory and leads to attribute argumentative slice.

I understood what it was like to be a demon and upheld to pure and righteous.
To be mistaken and become with those of cross.

My God is no demon unto thee.
O spirit above I is pure and divine.

I had seen change.
But my Lord above not so.

For it knows what I never knew.
Even what life forsake and proven in we to me grew.

The more they argue of old and new.
It indeed has proven me correct.

Even if I was wrong in actions to my thoughts askew.

I became an entity.
I am not a deity.

Rest assured,
I seek no treasure, nor immortality, or power, nor fame and greed.
For everything taken or spared of me.

And that connection spare or break me by its asking choice.
Shall proudly or vainly in it I to others rejoice.

Life has seen a younger cry in pain.
Hopefully the trial peace will more gain.

But the older sheds no tear but in mind to reign.
Till life befall thee, and witness my lack inside domains.

All the power store to limitation will be their undoing.
Or constant rate, ever more.

For wealth or life is vain - no virtue when it is lost.
Or people repetitious at the cost.

They must define the lure.
Whose life brings a noble piece but idea cure.

A doctor and teachers, could not define my scattered brain.
Less they see the world, wicked and sane or insane.

They know the blood is wicked and pure.
Yet of no mention towards its wrongs heredity and gene reassure.

It of those in birth defect. Their condition or unborn, my Lord is merciful.

Unlike the life cursing who makes it born suffer indignity to claims of immorality.

The life by nature to modern of what life should have known long ago.
Without loss, but growth in sanity to bestow.

The balances, rest in belief put they at test.
Better to know its eternity at peace and rest.

Manifestation is the origin of Spirit.
Whose mountain I am not worthy to climb.

Yet of it, many an earth.
Whose homes are noble or of birth.

Be there one to define to me.
Who or what to them was shield and rock.

Built upon fraternity of them and in ancient ritual blood.
Ancestral reign of real cause and generational flood.

Whereas promises are kept and greater proven.
Much unbroken true to the start.

O thine heart it pangs me to know.
How folly my art as thine tale O Israel.
Yet of it a graceful restart.

A crown of life besought of those who cannot defend.
Because life took it for granted like the free around the bend.

Thine kingdoms ruin, the seven, of it also once of earthly heaven.
Yet of the sky layers and earth a hell and heaven.

Thine spirit to say what is trinity of thine haven's nest.
The Lord looked and saw my iniquity at best.

For what I seen was ladies sinful and pure recite.
What is a man's lure or the woman's mind sore.

Greater than Solomon.
Was compassion true.

Thus my hope and Lord.

Greater than I whom also an author was He, to define to younger a
younger lord - Wisdom.

For I am no Devil.
Nor am I God.
But I a man.