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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I asked the desert to carry me from this place of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ infertile soil suddenly, that whisper of wind took my hand, and walked along and alone with me I, heard a voice, in tones of angels “we see your beautiful life within” one that we do not understand yet, I do not remember this life as having beauty I see a life that I have wasted thoroughly; jealously and unrighteousness ruled my empty daze, before this; please do something do look closely into me I asked this of both the angels and my desert friend the desert smiled… as all of Heaven’ Angels swooned and said, “your life, from infinity you have come” an infinite and [i'n(y)o?om?r?b?l] probability, willingly mixing yourself in all particles of life; you are of infinite scintillae; that blend into; the “special purpose”; that you is urbane, decipherable, and vestal becoming a fertile soil, to accept those ill wills and innumerable sins of humanity, all whom have broken the trust of that which was given… impurity therefore, is humankind’ “Portae Lucis” for in the realization of; you gain your last chance for a one time, "Contact with Eternity" you are but dirty and impure and infertile; I, have cried upon my friend; this barren desert begging to become, a participle of a fertile land; enabled to produce squalls and outcomes, and sublimed sulfur I will enjoy, these powerful urges, these lovingly nudged immoralities within me and when, I finish with the each of you I shall enjoy a long and lovely “Desert Sorcery” verdancy, will be the [?ks'pe? tri?e?t] of thee across this entire Earth; out of me the sons and daughters of inequity will be judged and their eternal ends will be welcomed each of those who is as Adam, and Eve; will be left out of a home, upon this Eden’ mothered globe you, who have made burgoo of your lives know this to be your truth those who have suffered the dirt and impurity of the oppressors will be made free, instantaneously! Oh my lord! Once again, remake me as thee! and reproduce me, as the very last; God Particle!
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