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I shall slow down the dark secret of this forsaken church. write all that you can. At once the demons of the church recoiled and spoke badly to our lord, for this is what they say. unfold our darkness to this writer of solitude! How dare you give a man great command over us. for we was told one God, one king, one law. now our rage and fury shall strike down this writer of sins for he be just an man! Than the lord reply, it is not for his sake I do this! But you evil one's who has forgotten the laws! Than the lord say, No light from the fire, but in all darkness in the flame of eternal fury. and at once those demons was gone. Than the lord say to me do not spare this church for this church has forgotten me. and at once the lord was gone. and I was once again alone to write and be among sins itself.  and because the lord did make slow it's tongue I could understand what was said to me. and the first to speak said, all sin depart from here so that the eternal writer shall not be touch by you. and the same speaker came to me and said, I shall take you upon this mountain for which this church was build. and this is what I saw.  sand of clay groaning apart was healed. Obscure separation apart from the earth laid rent from heaven high. stars stood wide apart, fathomless void intense the fire, oh you evil men! dark thunder with terror crash departed your armies. the laboring fire with long periods made the day eternal. No man - no priest was found after the church stone fell down. the black eternal stood near the ocean shores. and I heard a voice come out of the earth saying, WHAT IS THIS DEATH! Dreamless nights surging from immortal madness. and the stones from the church yelling, MAN HAS DONE THIS! And it's iron and brass was broken. Let he who has knowledge count the numbers of days the church has left.  and just before I was to write the number the lord said,  Write this that man shall know it. (eddies) Than the eternal sin of the church said, the mountain cold, rest the immortal shaggy dolorous fountain. the writer know the dark secrecy the terrible nights of ghostly ages. (to be cont)
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