Annointment To Be Realised.....First Two Quantrains
Sitting alone at night back in secret study; truth
blinded voice hiding hell
believe truth
it is placed on back the brass tripod.
right great healthy you
A slight flame comes out of the hell emptiness and
blinded mysteries believe gullibility
makes back successful that which truth should hell not be believed in vain.
spirits hell confuses you masks
The wand in the truth hand is placed in the middle of the back tripod's legs.
away curing obsessing
With water he sprinkles both the hem of his garment and his foot back.
sometimes truth dictates them
A voice,you fear: hell he trembles in his robes.
give diplomatic minds back
Divine splendor; believe the God sits nearby.
Truth dividing back hell innocent works
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