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Jerusalem lead him to his death and brother found peace with war, the peacekeeper laugh to mock the chief of the keeper of hell's door. between the slaughters of the children the deed departed into the night and no forgiveness was found, for all of jerusalem's children lay in death bed sleeping without a sound. the arabs come by night to the west with strange weapons in hand. the thunder struck the barbaric insane with a equal name the reigns, while the roman priest coward into the night reading his bible, he shall be found with no head and in his hands the paper of his fraud. he washed his hands by saying these words, cause his victim was the son of Elohim, but the sister of the divine saw his impure heart and put to death his faith, than the holy mother heard his prayers and wash the blood from his face how else could our lord forgive him? (woe mother) this heart of mine is pulling me down, why do you feel you shall not suffer? oh you cowards and runaways, and borrowers, the king of host shall come back as a king to pay his subjects with an royal wage, and the wealthy shall weep and woe greatly, for they put their faith in what the earth offers. (woe mother) somebody calling my soul, I do see the seven angels and the four horsemen stand to do battle, but not with one another but those who remain on the earth, for the earth has become a dire place to be. (woe mother) the suffering of your children was heard, now ten king seek the place of the royal throne, but the seat is for none, for the holy mother has cry for her children and the holy father shall save one out of every ten thousand, and they shall not be of fair skin, they shall be the holy one's of the Hebrews.
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I have gazed upon her eyes to wonder why? For they have brought me a memories of another for I could not have. Yes, this is what I saw? Her skin black like the night that plays together as like passing, Her eyes brown that holds the mystery of her, Her lips light to touch form like those playful clouds children love to shape, Her nose speak to breathe but don't dare, The whole lining of her face for which it took the maker an life times to create, just so that whatever man true of heart may hold her all the days of his life. Her shoulders lenght to her arm to hands are beautifully form from what mejesty, Her chest made flat to hold the two mountains that are her breasts, her breasts like two circles that tenderly move ever so slowly as I tremble showing me their true form like babies out to play, Her belly like her chest flat but like with a masculinity of a well bound mother. How neatly shaped the hair on her garden , which show the flesh that has brought men to their knees. I alone desire to speak and meet, but she walked away with her Buttlock gently moving from side to side declaring her womanhood. For she is the Queen of a once forgotten kingdom, The Queen of the Kinglessking. The wholeness of her body spoke to say, Take this kiss upon your lips with the parting of you, thus this much let me avow you are not wrong. who deem that my days be but an dream, yet, hope has frowned away into the night, or in the day, or, in a vision, or, in none. is it therefore the less gone? For all that we see or seen, I stand amid a roar of suf-tortured souls, and I hold within my hands grains of golden sand, How few, yet how they creep through my fingers into the deep. while I weep! while I weep? O YAH can I not grasp tighter clasp? O YAH can I not save but one from the pitiless waves all that I see or seen? Her beauty to me was like those nice yoke that Genlty moves over a perfume sea. The weary way worn wonderer bore to her own native on desperate sea long to want. Her hyacinth woody hair, Her classic face, Her naiad air that has brought me to see her glory? O the grandeur that was lo in her brilliant willow niche statue like I saw her there? The agate lamp that is in her soul! (ah) Psyche from the region which are holy
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What was said by death, I shall write in a mystery. And full of trouble as a shadow, such as one. And clean thing our of the number of his. He cannot pass for his will spout again the root there of. Yet through but man where is he. Gird up a answer; Declare if thou can, for the overflowing rain on the man. the tender herbs, The drop of Heaven frost. Who face the prayer before the all? Men cast children of men neighbors they do speak proud things. For our own lips lord over us. I rise puffed as his words, Seven times preserve them of men are exalted, Such as now caught hands made swimming, old hearts their dirty emptiness, For I alone know shame, Meading the broken laughter and that enemy call man. who with all tears do sing with safety tears and mirth, throwing gained peace for war for secrets and lost the poor do die. morning and freedom safety shall be endeavour against all freedom. that unholy thing men call age, The rare gift is Death, seeker do you know who am I, I alone stop writing to speak and to say. desire come into our love and pain, wager against the rich and poor, I do know the shade of you. Death speak again. These laid the world away, their sons has made me rich outta nothing. Cain first act, without his murder his brother I alone was nothing, but now through the acts of men I alone am rich. Wash Marvllously with movement and of wonder set alone. Changing all the days, Gathered the night light as my wife, I am alone no more. The frost of men gesture a white unbroken peace. The sunset and the dawn both greet to meet my coming, laugh now old seeker of souls, YAH eternal writer, Shout now dust concealed breathing all evil of an eternal mind. Pause back old happy dreams that has giving this to me. But i the seeker of souls did speak to say, If i die give somewhere back the damned quick cold hard thinking of an heartache, for our father YAH our Elohim and His son Yeshua our Messiah has promise to take back those souls you think to be your. Death speak again saying, I forgot you, I remember you the retch turn of last years woes, To choose as nausea belly, if only my fancy made sharp pain to tortured as whispering spacious line, stop talking to me you old writer of woes, stop coming forth you eternal writer of the most high, But perceive in blindness and of rhyme, Odorous certain serene who dare to know me. Then Death stop talking and I alone stop writing to place my pen down.
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Everyday dwelling in this darkness the resurrection of an playful fire is my punishment. i lay to remember the once beauty and wonders of my once kingdom once share between us. Dear husband when suddenly forbidden pride out weight to listen to the faded memories of us. Dumb understanding run wild about me freely that i have losen. careless whispers shows no more tears for me.
The door of sin open it's door to stand before my face and death say to me, ( no sin shall be pardon by me!) yea the angels of heaven with their golden feets stand muted. the master pity's go's mix with the earth and moon. Lay those sexless farewell upon my hot flags of hell for never such an angel heaven's weep so bitterly? Dear Husband, My lip are like stone and wood of an ruin temple, my eyes sorrowful like two devils right and wrong, my body is formed like the murder of able still crying from the grave. My once mighty in mercy are now nothing but two forbidden deeds banished to prolong horror under blessing by man first deed. I dear husband who was born with two souls now know that both souls must die, For the drowning of my weeping has burnt my house. God's rage within you entertain the new covenant in you. deep within the sin the black chapel, the curse of God's wrath board the wine of speech for none of my pleads reach your ears. It's was their plot, Their pride i aim to build a name, Their confusion to seek why heaven allow you to love me. So my faith the wiser folly was not for love. This is an part of my sadden scattered abroad like an high tower of slaves unreached! So before the night come take my speech, My first story and let it travel within the mass of confusion, And my death be a mystery even to me?
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So dark is the cons of men, I sat with lucifer six months, for he alone felt the need to explain to me the dark cons of men. (Lucifer) for I alone weep so bitterly to cry so faithfully, for men dark cons has burst under hell's own belly for it's can hold no more. I taste the language mistaken my sight to believe eve in that paradise. Adam's soul a vale brilliant precious con taken it's self respect from sweet heart and mind. a grand master to seek after me? I alone rode the miracles first, flourished the mind with prayers to reach steady air blood from that living sinew. yea beware of the soft voice smile, steel eyes forever bend on killing. the myth of man the long scour brooding immortality, man the greatest phantom tossed into flesh and blood. for Yahweh's works I rode for hours as your Messiah say seeker, let he who has a ear understand, for this is only the heel of man which bring horror with every step. I alone once delighted in this but no more. if man seeks after dark cons I shall bring it to him, than let his prayers reach the father and son who to wish to hear them no more! for as I bear to look into Lucifer eyes, I alone saw an new delight, and he stop talking and I stop writing to place my pen down.
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Thus My Husband who is the kinglessking, I am his trespasser. For never shall our moon and sun pass, What has become of me? No light shinening from that moon and those stars that once kept me safe. Oh Dear Husband what have i done? Behind the night the earth music is strong. Immortality seem far in the night, and this darkness cover all thing which are good. yet mine eyes long to awaken some new daybreak of you which will never come. Why has the father of creation set us apart? You were right to call me an foolish lover. so here in this place that which is the strange warm break of you. wisdom is truth and you are are my labor. but even now in this darkness there is no hope at all? and how night after night I pray to the father in heaven to let death be mine friend. Oh dear husband how i do suffer this label place on me, for i did not take your hand in marriage, but again in this darkness the night has me to remember your words. you said, suffer not this invain for the heart of it is to costly? desire dear husband is cold, the fire of ecstary is unlit, the watchers are all around me, and the nights are to long for crying. The mother eyes of the earth is fading, Now thrill me with your friendship, Me who has stumble and stray so that i may know that you are still out there awaiting me.
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when the universe find the sextet his submission shall be held up, give the code IVICCC the lord of power shall destroy all those who remain on earth. given his rights to do so. than they shall come the fourth star which hold the holy cross of solomon, and the sacred temple shall fall under pestilence, and the greater of the three swords shall rise a king on earth he shall be able to comdemned the living.
for it was rome that shut away the city having pay him a great sum to tell where the man was. now six stars with holy fire shall shine brighter than the day but not at night shall call man to his place. for in death he was released and call back to his throne, for the outrage of death was heard was heard in man knew not it's cry. the beast honor the Roman who was sleeping by his side. they knew not that his death has come and gone, for all degrees was warlike. his demise which reigns in fire gave bold to his dreams. and his wife shall die by his side calling for the jews to repent, they have exiled their king, now the trumpet want to adapt. the dead that guards the great city is outraged by the new pope, for they know that many shall die by fire and water for no one can see the rainbow anymore. now that life become danger and all shall dwell. the sign that Yeshua has left has moved from their places, and death has place upon this earth both kingdoms, it is an easy place to find, one is the great city and the other is the holy city of Elohim, now be mindful what you say. she was a witch that look into the seeing pot for these things I tell you now, but her vision was clouded by the evil one and her king took off her head. but before the axe came down this is what she said, all his male children shall die six days after their birth.
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Blessed is the man who never walks in counsel of the ungodly. For why do the heathen rage? And the people imagine a vain thing? How are they increased that trouble me? Have mercy upon me! And hear my prayers. Give ear to my words. For unto those wills I pray. My soul is also sore vexed. For I put my trust save me from all them that persecute me. What is a man that is not mindful of him? Has he prepared his throne for judgment? Why stand you far off? Why hide you your face in time of trouble? Fleeing as a bird to your mountain? For the oppression of the poor. And from the sight of the needy. How long will you forget me YAH forever? For the fool in his heart has said, there is no YAH. He not put not out his money to usury. Preserve me Yeshua for in you do I put my trust. Hold up my spirit and soul in your path. That my footsteps slip not. For the sorrow of death compassed me more ever by them in your servant warned and in keeping of them there is great reward. Send me help from the sanctuary, and strengthen me out of Zion. Asked life of me and deliver me. For my Elohim why have you forsaken me? Surly goodness and mercy shall follow after me. For I have lifted up my soul from vanity. Remember not my sins of my youth, but have love on the habitation of my house. What thing have I desire from YAH our Elohim that as not given me freely. For into you have I cry now be not silent to me. Give strength into me. And make not my foes to rejoice over me. Have mercy over me for I am in trouble. For I have acknowledge my sins onto you according as we hope in you. For did not you say, come all you children and harkens into me. And I will teach you to fear YAH. For you have made my way dark and slippery in your own eyes until my iniquity be found to be hateful. Soon I will be cut down like the grass. My wants stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness. I have said, I will take heed to my ways, which I sin not with my tongue. Now I wait patiently for you my Elohim. And when their speaking was at an end. They all went one way into the light of YAH our Elohim. For all you who reads this letter. Peace is with you from peace, and love from love and grace from grace, and life from everlasting life.
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Earth digestion bland which fuming dispersed so much the awaken quiet rest, short when touching last best morning awaken o dear husband, all scream here are the same!? How mark grove liquid sits and colours beheld, hung over beauty
with wonder Aurora's eastern steps drop the myrrh rose know that when night come dear husband, all scream here are the same. If dream past night to call for me than the moon shall set off her face in vain, So that pleasing night the vain. Knowledge fancy the day as day mock the dumb, one can not be sure of the other regard heaven!? To find alone As I shaped wings, I pass thru sudden morrow's and offence and trouble, dear husband must I alone say? that all scream here are the same. Till the night walks and Am I to sleep the day speak thru I find rest. My sins surcharged lock of Ambrosia sweet cropt. The fruit's of men's and his disknowledge fair eve. YHWH happier among thy self partaking no goddess to earth that the fair skin one's pluck the pleasant from our children hearts, o dear husband what have to say????? All screams here are the same!?
some last evening addition blame the mind, each in gracous fear drop their haste to know that all screams here are the same. fair kept from serene cheered arborous soon as they spring old heaven sun an rapture style? unspeakable heaven invisible symphonies. Who can tell Elohim son Yeshua that thou belong not to the dawn praising dawn, Come all you circlet creatures that once held me dear, know that all scream here are the same. fro great praise in nightly crowned power wonderous angels seek to know that I alone Am, thine this fair sit dimly beyond mind, dear husband where are you here that when morning come showing that where Am I, acknowledge eternal meet womb that born the forgotten children of YHWH that his son Yeshua was murder by their words, you and him have found forgiveness in their ways lost to time, but I dear husband breathe loud and soft an maker new praises ye, but when the night comes, all screams are the same. Dancing in the darkness mixed with nourish as advanced worship with old law and new, for every soul here dear husband are of one voice for all voices here dear husband are the same!?
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as I continue my walks with the lord, I than say to the lord, these things for which you are showing me men shall surly come after me. than the lord say to me what have I to do with that. and when the lord say that my heart grew heavy and I did fear, for I alone knew not how to fight against man limited knowledge. than the lord knew my heart and say, worry not about what man shall do or say for I shall be with you always, than the lord told me a secret so that I made save myself against man limited knowledge. than the lord say now worry about this no longer and behold the great truth. than the lord open my mind and ear so that I may know this truth. So when I looked up I knew this secret, The secret was two men one's among many that men shall call great. The two men were Da vinci and the other were Nostradamus. and i say to the lord, Be not angry with me for ( I AM) man and is slow in knowledge. But what secret do these two men hold? And the lord was not angry with me. than the lord say, because men has made them secret to men you shall write them in another secret. Than the lord said these secrets are about the church in Rome and their bishops and popes, so that men shall know them false. and when the lord say that I fell to my knees to pray. than the lord say to me, why do you do that? and I say to the lord forgive my weakness. Than the lord walk with me into these secrets. For these are the secrets which the lord has shown to me. ( Behold The Great Truth) Now when I saw the two men I said peace be with you from peace and love from love and grace from grace and life from everlasting life. Than I said to the one man who spoke with the others for they both spoke at the same time. I say tell me about the cup for which you left out of your picture. and the one which spoke together to the other say to me. I did not leave out the cup to be a mystery, But simple forgetfulness did this happen. than I say to the one that spoke together. man believe that mary is the wife to our lord and is the holy cup? and the two that spoke to the others which spoke to me saying. man knows only the half truth, do you wish to know the other half. and I say let truth speak as truth for you to speak to me as you will. and the two which spoke together which spoke to me said, for the lord say who do men say ( I AM ) and peter say you are the son of the living God. and the lord say to peter, you are the rock I shall build my church on. (Cont)
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