Now Hear God Through My Writings
My souls are dying because you love in hell. Please do not be discoursed if I am here. You well fall [my love and death] well come to you and please do not distrust my work. I am not done in the world you see. It is becoming the 7th day you my children are making it for me. In the past you well find the future. If we die I have a back up plane. It consists on Orion's belt. What do you think I told the Faro?? Jesus was looking at you when you were born, lived and died. Now hell is coming. I well die if I have anything to say about it. When I get back to the highest heaven I well question in killing the ******* or the devil.
Copyright © Cory Weinberger | Year Posted 2015
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