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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Overzealous I read someone say he was this. I say thank God for this. Truly people, in what context of will while not knowing him, his heart, and in the ways he presented God in this. How he spoke of him in what he plainly i see he has done for him, what he believes ... truly people, to create such a "forum like this" this is just proof to me, how much power has been given him. I believe he got you people. "He got you good"! "He got me"! His spamming as you say, was truly-probably a judgement call that bothered him. He got you with the truth he was brought through to this point in his belief in life with his God with. I can see because I believe as he says given his relations with His, as I too believe to be now God, myself. He fully believes as well this, his ours our God. The Creator of you, me, the world. As he is, as you have placed him apart from this God has carried him apart from your contempt. No! I believe too. Having had diarrhea myself. Yes when having this, just stop yourself right then in that moment. Buddy the mind over matter thing doesn't work so well now does it. Or is this control I feel of- the souls-depending on God. A kind excuse of His, just to bring us closer to Him. In other words people. Who created all of us? The stars? Heavens? Rocks that are rubbed together form themselves? Was there some one something greater. Were we born of this contempt? Or through all our fears in the absence of the presence of God, do we adapt, are taught and still can't truly as hard as we tried with all our might, stop ourselves from this?
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