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Death Come By Night

one day while walking my way, death came to say, Secret was brought to me by the visions of the night. that spirit that passed before me, his image was before my eyes, So I heard death speak, he say, shall man be more than his God? Or shall a man be as his maker? his angels, his charge? how less are you who house is of clay? who foundation is of dust? who dies een without wisdom? what is man? that i shall set my heart upon him, and try him every moment? how long before thou part from me? let alone my own spirit? speak now and say it, ( i have sinned) why have you set me as a mark? was it not man who created me, by cain first act? and I alone found my side with satan? and even before his great fall. who noe even all me his son. my own spirit not allowed in heaven no not at any time. while man cries about his place. what about that of mine? for i did not ask to be born of this state. noe did man ask to be born of his. soulseek pardon my transgressions. I shall not be the womb that is born from the ghost. for no eyes have seen me, I alone have carries the souls from the womb to the grave! why not my days few. That i may have comfort a bit, even to the land of darkness, for i am darkness it's self without order, the place where light is as darkness. Take my flesh and i will maintain. hear my speak, my declaration will your ears, for i order my cause.

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