code coming in code going out
into the smoke we sing
onto the water we walk
IT ART ALL Q'S
MODERN WARFARE
ITS HABITUAL
IT XEITS MEN
WAR PATH
SEAMON A HABIT
BDSM women it's
DEI | a | has been
you see our mother Mary was
a witch to them
she raised her son to be a sacrifice
to God
she had the audacity to listen
to the angels sent to thee
There was a time when it was under stood
you could not have one without the other
then the mother was bare
no less for the wear
then the pan way
showed her a truce
threw the airways
she showed them the way
back to the our Father
that bound them
but was it to late
for them to listen
to still their minds
for a lesson
those who worship
gold statues have lost
their way
a chance they were given
they through it away
a holy war is upon thee
much to my dismay
it will not be the one you thought of
the valkyrie from space
are on their way
One day I will tell you a story
When you are still you can listen
It's a story in true there are very few people that can do what I do to know what I see is what they want to be the matter in front of me need not take to seed for no matter the mother did warn her son would be back and their would be an end our science of old can show you the way there is the truth in the pan world way everything before you the angels and saints the dead that can raise and the stars in heaven the moon too have a power beside you the Father is the truth or we would not be for there is a special power when two become three.
they knew in time
the demons would be released
from deep in the sea
there would come a marine
who would father the angel
of death
for thee
Do I feel bad for people that don't take to heart when I warn them?
Nah
They know they shouldn't be living in unrepentant sin. I don't know if they really think they can keep using the son's name but it only gets you so far unless you follow the way. habitual sin is a no no this is not something difficult to understand. you don't worship gold statues only the Fathers way. it doesn't question the object it is just a matter of fact. we are viking romans true in fact we carry the key and guard our Fathers gate. when the hoards of the dead can't find their way into the ground they seep and they sway.
There she did walk in her garden of death at the top of the mountain the cricket she saw the storm ahead of her a power to see. Dawn on her coat from time eternal her Fathers arms wrapped around her gain of function external.
Don't come at me
I just read what I see
Inshallah
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