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The Witch Children of the Delta

Nigeria, your branches are broken and burned because of the two gods; for having both is one too many. The first deemed our nuisances are means of meager children riding broomsticks. Ignorance is a spread for Helen and her four-nineteen. In our branches are fruits for tomorrow; their faces, the suns on delta. When they came with Messiah, a god and eyes to see our branches with faces that shine like suns on delta, we were given a true name but he came with them; the one who is differing. He came with Helen and cursed your branches; you can’t see the fruits in them. A god can be used; they are not that invincible.

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Date: 11/19/2011 2:23:00 PM
beautiful write, my friend
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Date: 11/18/2011 11:49:00 PM
Earle, I don't understand it much, but like Isaiah or Psalms, it is beautiful.
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