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Freemason

Who are they? They are “free gods”, formed with the blood of “three God’s”, and molded with steel rods. They never flood, because they sin and win with free ‘spirit. They never walk straight, bend or backwards. They walk and work with freethinking and free ‘speech. And they free’ throw their boldness into the hell of anointment. They operate with freshness, amongst the finest, and enslave the formidable god of poverty. This makes the swine’s of wretchedness blind. They also free’ pass into the heaven of stardom, and redecorate the history of wishes and riches. They are, the god of gold, The rod of hopes, and they lead the lord of light. They see the sun in the veins of the dark, and they dine with coast of codes and Queen of Queens. They wine with the vision of lightening and lightning, and they use thunder as garment of boldness. While angels, are their savants. They freehold the great gift of “grave visions”, beheading demoniacal downfall and visionless gods, without death warrants. They don’t fear “God”, but they respect God, and reject odd. Paving way and dealing directly with the “high moon” of glory. They are blessed and dressed up with multiple successes. And they never fall or sink, but they die, and the demon’s of their diamonds never rust or die with them. Who are they? They are, “the Freemason’s”, “Free Person's”.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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