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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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