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Most Often

Most often, our weak hands, and our hearts, mind, and body, and ever-emotional soul; all offered up and left unto the hands of our Creator, become the strength of great nations. Yet when any people within any nation will not offer all of themselves up unto this blessing above, within their treason, they are all swept up and offered away in parts, until they are nothing more, than a distant memory. This same choice, wonton, is all ours, within the consistent and continuing blessing of every moment.

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