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Orison

Orison We all sinners since we are beginners, Regardless the forbidden fruit filled the stomachs of our ancestors. He believes in us, but do we believe in him? Feeding on negativity thus not anticipating the results to be positive, Praying for miracles, expecting mythical gods to consumate what we polluted. I hope redemption through salvation remains on the cards. Dark, dreadful, dead-pan is the society we breath on. Freedom through the consensus with a sphnyx, please forgive us we are simply victims of life.... Amen!

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