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Holus bolus is defined as "all in a lump" or "all at once" or "altogether".

HOLUS BOLUS (PLANE TO SEE) As I sit above the circle of the Earth I look down at all within From My bird’s-eye perch In anthropomorphism I created all holus bolus I inspired the psalmist, and Isaiah, Solomon and Job I created the face of the Earth I did not make a globe If so then the skyline Would be upside down in the south If so then north flowing river Could never leave their mouth If so why is there no effects of motion Either centrifugal or centripetal Because of the lies of the 20th Century They are not on the level If so why is the sky blue When the sun’s out In the movies Space is black as a spade Why? A globe is man made The following does not mean That the Earth is flat But how could it be rotating around a sun? If the sun wasn’t created until day four And the Earth, day one Now in perception Dimly lit we do perceive A ship doesn’t go over a horizon Take binoculars and see There is no gravity, only Free fall mechanics How can it be holding down the sea, And smoke rises freely? To The God it may concern You have unveiled for all to see The Earth and all empirical evidence Are all presented clearly Let the fools be dense Habakkuk is Your sage He asks “Why do You look idly at wrong?” King David asks You to "Roust Yourself" "Take Your hand from Your bosom" Dust off the laws books sitting on the shelf God says “You wouldn’t understand what I’m doing even if told.” You know the 29:29 secret things of God Earthly judgment culminating on the streets of gold This is all plane to see How do necessary things happen gradually?

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