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Call upon the wrath of god on ye (Other) by Imago

Call upon the wrath of god on ye who see fit to tamper with such purity of that which once lost can not be found for such diseased ticks must be picked and squashed between ones fingers lest they spread their scurge upon that fertil ground for once the soil is soured within all fruit it bare the disease lingers no blooms we see from those deflowered call upon the wrath of god for the wrath of god is truth and it maybe the only cure call upon the wrath of god and the seed you sow may grow and bloom into something that is pure

Dovina 30-Oct-04/2:11 PM
More forceful than procuring a spot of holy ground through his word. More forceful than a seed growing and blooming, in between which processes lies a host of work. More forceful that simply turning into something pure as if it’s a gentle ride.




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