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Neuromancy

In the Winter of Night of Darkness - Wings in flight, a tear falls from a broken heart. As if dropped as boulders by a Roc. Summoned by Fantasm-insitning' spark crackling starkly. A Vantage Points North to Mark to Righteousness, principles "on record" goading Justice to prevailability availability. A prayer's- ovary organicly-vents, a day--dreamed in, cascading in-vent. Emotion's Organ, expression's foldout accordion of gadgetry instrumentaling rudimentary documentary song, ghosts in the bloods spirit sediment-- virtual watermark of the machine of Time in pregnant swell of Witness and Testament. Disciplines Disciple Tattoo masking, the scars' along its Totem, signalling a distant fire to residual smoke tasking help of the Light picture bending miraculous filament impendings,'-' devotions in plight upon the firmanent of Night. Binaura-Laser Epochalyptus chapters to in breathe the dust of hope's delights, relic ed in contextual ambivulatory "weave". In the Woods incense of our journeys sense of trodden "after-paths to grieve" . Acts 3, the Trinity to part it in strata, aeonic-pages to breeze ages of a story to process Virtues' Avatar in Entrada Galliant-Ent-ifada, shelf to sleeve for antiquity, lawyerings? Questombs Asking as a placeholder-picketing for an answer to the heart's question raising hand as it needs. Its sonic storm thunders accusitory in Faith's Organ. Military arm. 'Why do I hurt ? Where is the answer ? A tear that has become a dew drop in the dirt. In the morning of the dawn of understanding its cancer and cleaving to its clonic eave of tendrilic nth ink easeling like a neuromancer in philosophical canvasing. A channel to channel away absences bereave. A 'Golden Glow ' In the golden light of the new day sees But where does the golden light of the new day shine? Redemptively? God has something up His sleeve.

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