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            In a mother's arms, a cradle of love, 
        for a precious child, a
    haven so tender, sent from above 
  as ultimate domicile.
   Nurturing souls with a gentle embrace, 
      smile, this picture is for the family 
         and it cost 59.99 and a month waiting 
           to get an appointment at this place!...

      a vessel of affection, a sacred smiling grace.

    Containers hold life's essencies,  
        so it surely seems.
            But seams are usually best for air 
          for our beasties, so they can ******* breathe.
      For in a containers design, 
         emotions can even preside, 
           in the container called magic, 
               an expression of shadow life.
     A placeholder of being, waiting to come alive.

            The Ark of the Covenant, in it's presence, 
                 we may 
           find solace, mystery, promises and peace, 
                 or death from arrogance and disbelief 
          of God's Sacred things.

              In containers of life, where our souls find sanctuary, in containers of people, 
      animals to stage, upon like obnoxious 
     monster fairies
     we revere her "Gaia" you are a rockstar, rock on 
       and sorry when I pee in your bushes 
     during roadtrips and for the swords streams, ...i guess. 
        that is a given, therefore redundant and unnecessary.

             In Mary's womb, we find the greatest gift of all.
        (If she would have said no, we would have no redeemer, at ALL). 

Mysteries are contained, therein.
God could not contain his love, however, 
          he had to put his container on another to death, 
     to conquer, secure for us an Eternal container, 
     to pay for our sins and defeat the containers of 
Hell and Death.
But do try to contain yourself.
For, God has it all contained.
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