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Woe to you evil men, The priesthood is dead go run and tell it! for eternal power gave it religion. which men has turn into a shadowy void and solitary, I heard it calling and I rush to write it. Now unfold your dark torment. know your repelling demons you gave house to. ABOMINABLE - ABOMINABLE. THE CHURCH HAVE THIS VACUUM BROODING SECRET, DARK POWER NOW RUN IT. Time has given measure and space darkness. Oh dear church why have you abandon your faith? For look afar who cometh, God eternal writer. Than the church open it's mouth to say, for his confliction and his forsaken combustion, revolving in his tormenting passion of perfific chaos. Keep his cold ten thousand thunders and let the world behold! He is near. oh father, oh son of the father let him not write our sin and shame? Open your doors o' wicked church. Open your doors and let me in. (the church) who are you that command me? (the writer) my earth name was taken from me so that this high office may be given to me. (the church) still I know you not? (the writer) oh you coiling demons do you not know that your death lies before your doors? and if you shall continue to coil with me death shall shatter open your doors! Open now at these commanding words. and the demons of the church reply,  He is only an man hold fast your locks. and the church say, did not Satan say the same to hell toward Yeshua and Hell's doors was shatter? and the demons of that church reply, He was truly the son of  the most high.  But this one is surly a man! the church reply, if he be only an man why do you fear him? the demons reply, fear him, we fear no man! But he shall make public your shame. did you not hear the stones and the soul of this building. for it did say, the priesthood is dead go run and tell it. and when the demon of the church finish speaking, a great thunder was heard and a great wind blow open it's doors, and a great voice was heard and it say, Joy without pain, fluctuation with fire. why did you die? he who is the writer go forth. and when I enter that church all it's sins and shame spoke at once. It was so great that I could not write hear them all. than the lord spoke and say, Here alone he who write the secret of men sins. (to continue)
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