Have you ever read something else to clarify your take?
When we're relayed to some set of information as being devised one way - whose devising?
I've heard there's a whole person in there bent on some sort or wording with you
And if those offending words are writ in many forms on the daily - and they weren't writ by you
Doesn't a scripture as read require someone to recognize the writer and when?
What's a jealous thing when it disregards an X axis to a Y to the cross?
Imagine just one dimension without any eyes on me or what else was said in any form or as read?
Is it even possible to describe what you're trying to hang on a word without an acknowledgement
Why do we have cases to proclaim our objections then - normally?
To claim against what's been promised to our suffering of our own lives and to reach out to solve in statement - not accusation
I've felt defiant as well - unwell- wondering what or when things can be made right
But I couldn't do that if I didn't believe in the existence of what's promised as at LEAST being written
And admit I've heard with consent to being read I actually READ we get what's coming for us
Inequally and indiscriminately as well
I can make claim to file a complaint if feel so down or oppressed as I do
Every day I always do when there's no box to be suggested by someone aside
I've felt lost as well - and the distended to mistranslated perceptions broadcasted to me myself
It's like already being in a living hell and fired from fate
Jealousy is imaginary - but you're not
And I may not be Jesus - as Christ the title not the name - the one - but i agree
Have you even read it?
'Jesus' (Yeshua) Magdalene as christened without background to an invisible father and a whore (in your perception to erasure) could say
A favorite person is not the same as having a favorite race
While abhorring the other
Why would my father favor you as well when that's not even a logical statement to the last?
To defile in accusation and comtempt to the word in a self set court remains
It's not even the most important work today despite your obsession still
I'm here right now
When you defy every cross, line, and dot so imaginary as your jealousy is
Even jealous people usually have a reason to identify
And don't wish to reject the topic they yearn to to the point of death and back and back to death and life again
In a necromantic obsession to have an answer for what's never even asked
The maker, the 'manmade', the one, He saw and heard you - in fact -
when you first cast this out thousands of years ago
And remembers a working relationship for eons before
Anyone seeing this would keep track and notice you amount to nothing really
Usually the dead don't get up and complain that their life isn't long enough
To receive any patience whatsoever and seperation
It's the reason sorcery is sacrilege toward the end of the book - and that scares away others belief in Him
Due to your sacrilege alone
Sprituality is real and you presence makes it all seem subject to judgements he doesn't have for the resst
If you've EVER read into this whatsoever
Or looked at him once in a million years - or gone outside for a stride not set to genocide
What a spoiled, black heart - and all in one when anyone who can count knows seperation in numbers
Youre an impossibility in this state and a detriment to life itself
No one logical would feel any other way
I know I'm right
Even if I'm not them
I can pretend as well
without spells or ill happiness
I wouldn't negate a flickering light
Because the soul isn't cheap and in your pretend hell the facts come alight
The reason for the flames coming is due to what's right
I'm not like them - but as read and as He would see
Could the damage ever be filed for compensation to those promised and in your trained staring against life itself
My heart is broken and I've no glue
I've no condition to condense a word over those spirits
And I know you're not as dumb as I am
Or as dumb as you?
There's no sense to artificial intelligence from backward intellect
Can I bring Nirvana to psalms from prose if I'm not allowed to think I'm happy?
Imagine ignoring every fact of what you stand against
Stating every reason, then backward, and expressing no ID with your back to the one you seek
And pressing against his form and fate..
Locking yourself to him in chains
while wondering how to get away - while adding deadbolts to my place outside the gates
Until I have the issue corrected and I can get in
And he's locked against your grimy necromancing bodies?
Whatever complaint impossible to comprehend - However real or asinine - if ever initially?
The validity is not the point.
Breathing rusty prison bars tends to make anyone forget anything about any diatribe or favor to any group
A stiff back needs a break
And youve never even read a single word or heard one neither
So you disappear to reduce, ignore, against all inclusion
Claim to be intruded on and make the Lord Jehovah himself look ignorant to the dead?
While you intrude and lock his life and creations to the dust without any reason to be identified and use flash photography to issue your getting away to HIS media and format?
Have you ever read a thing?
Ever heard the expression 'Be a man?"
Where's the calm procession to heal us all
We're all to be weak because you distended yourselves from a creation he set on day one and make maps over your death march with arrows to your getaway location while you steal and misidentify if you even are capable of breath with us knowing alive or undead?
It's annoying man!
Anointing displeasure to sacred spaces in the spaces between the planets and the heavens as well
Imagine how he feels on sight to them as they go through false hells and he's written to never disturb the holy spirit?
It's annoying man kind as well!
Ever read the defiition of mankind? Only us, huh? What's he then? - YOU!?
Conflict resolution it is..
When we're relayed to some set of information as being devised one way - whose devising?
I've heard there's a whole person in there bent on some sort or wording with you
And if those offending words are writ in many forms on the daily - and they weren't writ by you
Doesn't a scripture as read require someone to recognize the writer and when?
What's a jealous thing when it disregards an X axis to a Y to the cross?
Imagine just one dimension without any eyes on me or what else was said in any form or as read?
Is it even possible to describe what you're trying to hang on a word without an acknowledgement
Why do we have cases to proclaim our objections then - normally?
To claim against what's been promised to our suffering of our own lives and to reach out to solve in statement - not accusation
I've felt defiant as well - unwell- wondering what or when things can be made right
But I couldn't do that if I didn't believe in the existence of what's promised as at LEAST being written
And admit I've heard with consent to being read I actually READ we get what's coming for us
Inequally and indiscriminately as well
I can make claim to file a complaint if feel so down or oppressed as I do
Every day I always do when there's no box to be suggested by someone aside
I've felt lost as well - and the distended to mistranslated perceptions broadcasted to me myself
It's like already being in a living hell and fired from fate
Jealousy is imaginary - but you're not
And I may not be Jesus - as Christ the title not the name - the one - but i agree
Have you even read it?
'Jesus' (Yeshua) Magdalene as christened without background to an invisible father and a whore (in your perception to erasure) could say
A favorite person is not the same as having a favorite race
While abhorring the other
Why would my father favor you as well when that's not even a logical statement to the last?
To defile in accusation and comtempt to the word in a self set court remains
It's not even the most important work today despite your obsession still
I'm here right now
When you defy every cross, line, and dot so imaginary as your jealousy is
Even jealous people usually have a reason to identify
And don't wish to reject the topic they yearn to to the point of death and back and back to death and life again
In a necromantic obsession to have an answer for what's never even asked
The maker, the 'manmade', the one, He saw and heard you - in fact -
when you first cast this out thousands of years ago
And remembers a working relationship for eons before
Anyone seeing this would keep track and notice you amount to nothing really
Usually the dead don't get up and complain that their life isn't long enough
To receive any patience whatsoever and seperation
It's the reason sorcery is sacrilege toward the end of the book - and that scares away others belief in Him
Due to your sacrilege alone
Sprituality is real and you presence makes it all seem subject to judgements he doesn't have for the resst
If you've EVER read into this whatsoever
Or looked at him once in a million years - or gone outside for a stride not set to genocide
What a spoiled, black heart - and all in one when anyone who can count knows seperation in numbers
Youre an impossibility in this state and a detriment to life itself
No one logical would feel any other way
I know I'm right
Even if I'm not them
I can pretend as well
without spells or ill happiness
I wouldn't negate a flickering light
Because the soul isn't cheap and in your pretend hell the facts come alight
The reason for the flames coming is due to what's right
I'm not like them - but as read and as He would see
Could the damage ever be filed for compensation to those promised and in your trained staring against life itself
My heart is broken and I've no glue
I've no condition to condense a word over those spirits
And I know you're not as dumb as I am
Or as dumb as you?
There's no sense to artificial intelligence from backward intellect
Can I bring Nirvana to psalms from prose if I'm not allowed to think I'm happy?
Imagine ignoring every fact of what you stand against
Stating every reason, then backward, and expressing no ID with your back to the one you seek
And pressing against his form and fate..
Locking yourself to him in chains
while wondering how to get away - while adding deadbolts to my place outside the gates
Until I have the issue corrected and I can get in
And he's locked against your grimy necromancing bodies?
Whatever complaint impossible to comprehend - However real or asinine - if ever initially?
The validity is not the point.
Breathing rusty prison bars tends to make anyone forget anything about any diatribe or favor to any group
A stiff back needs a break
And youve never even read a single word or heard one neither
So you disappear to reduce, ignore, against all inclusion
Claim to be intruded on and make the Lord Jehovah himself look ignorant to the dead?
While you intrude and lock his life and creations to the dust without any reason to be identified and use flash photography to issue your getting away to HIS media and format?
Have you ever read a thing?
Ever heard the expression 'Be a man?"
Where's the calm procession to heal us all
We're all to be weak because you distended yourselves from a creation he set on day one and make maps over your death march with arrows to your getaway location while you steal and misidentify if you even are capable of breath with us knowing alive or undead?
It's annoying man!
Anointing displeasure to sacred spaces in the spaces between the planets and the heavens as well
Imagine how he feels on sight to them as they go through false hells and he's written to never disturb the holy spirit?
It's annoying man kind as well!
Ever read the defiition of mankind? Only us, huh? What's he then? - YOU!?
Conflict resolution it is..
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