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The Queen's Letter, a Lost Mind

I tell you I do not know you one from the others, who you are all standing there, be so kind as to name yourselves. (crime) who am I to cast out shadows, not even the father know you! Yet man that living dust on that water and dust place call earth gives you a name. (crime) our father - our creator calls you bad deeds. Why are you here with me a lost mind are you to me? Why do you come now to see me cast out by my husband. Yes you I know you but only at night. You are forever to dwell in horror and in hell by he who bring time and place within itself. For the mind can make its own heaven or hell. But I be the same free to built envy and to drive choices whether it be good or evil. Free to reign ambition to faithful friends. Yes I see you there Beelzebub you unhappy arm! What that’s lost light I hear there in your voice! A hope of fear and extremes worst, you shall never be as happy as I once was. When I and the two of me consulted in you our enemy! What in return did you give one of me? Calamity from hope, Satan mute eyes, large bulk monstrous works of night. The pilot, the will of seducing him to me to test is love for me! But when he learned of our deeds, wrathful eyes from his flaming eyes reared his stature, backward pointing spires with horror vales! His light dim with the force of his fury, shattered aside his kingdom, and I o’ I become your mate! But you were not happy with just that - for you and his brother raped me mixing you and their seeds with the three of me! Casting upon earth every races one after the other and I faded to fall! My husband – my beloved husband suffer the wrath of the father for an injustice judgment! You Lucifer standing with the heroes of old and among your peers and yet you still falls deeper into hell! Now go chase pain and sorrow go find fix thoughts in silence, for the burnt soil of your faith is dreadful even to me!!!!!

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