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Cory Weinberger Poem
If it is five minutes after Thursday would it be 12:05am Thursday or would it be Friday? Thursday is named after a Viking god.
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if time has no or some meaning. It belongs in space. We find religion has found us in 2 or 3 ways. We say in things to be is something of us. In order we think life then death. When you die forward in motion light is what you find. My friend the Devonian is the sign of the mind. To find what is the line or behind what we find. [Walking the fine line between christen and pagan.] Because you are the children of the world. If we die if lie we cry you and I well find total peace in heaven. Look into my eye and we well fly though a beautiful sky.
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Cory Weinberger Poem
If I were to ask you god could you answer? If I were to ask why could you listen for a while? Please begin the prism of the gods and goddess. Now I ask what and where are you? "I am in the fifth dimension in a forward state of being. Loving the souls of the universe." Now going deeper into god because he will let me. I ask ask you god what is the meaning of music. "It is a symbolical state meaning get well or learn more and more." Now god ask me a question. "What does hell have to do with you?" I once believed that there was not good evil but evil good. I never sold it god never. I believe in greater not under. Please my people do not be insane, but by the grace and word of god.
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Because we find are selves in life we can Detriment the lath in. What we see. When we find out how we really are it is to late, But if we ask and begin to tell we find somewhat a thing can be in us. The world is strange and exciting. There is dark and there is light and to see what we believe. We can find are and their culture to be found in the life we see. To be thinking of what comes after life and think of it before we are dead. Things are inherent to believe, so make a choice and find yourself. And if you wish to change start to walk using your right foot first if you use the left first.
Believe in time a line or just what we find. Because we find life is divine.
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Remember and that is what it is. The voice the sound all around. Can desperation find truth and talk in parables. Trails smells hells it's all the bell.
New truth is brute is good or bad. When the ACID takes over thee eye by eye see why.
Can you imagine or can you think. Now here is the trick. Believe what and don't think it. Now what I just did was that I knew your thought. AND THAT IS ACID!!!!!!!
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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 asshole or the devil.
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What has words has voles into what into what I say may come in the month of May. To see what happens can be deterred. So I tell to a future in love can come soon.
I well rise soon to my time and there is something I wish for you. Can you ask?
Can you do or is it still to soon? I call thee to my soul. Bring happiness to the world for the holy is to rise inside the light. When the time comes all thou shell art in the world
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Faith what a world time has seen eyes beating down on you. Killing you disturbed you and inferior to a pause to life. Fig people are nice they dig the world. Time has not found us yet. The imperial of light is what you delight in night. Jump for nothing. Nothing at all saves grace for she is beautiful and desperately glowing like she's flowing. Poetry impossible concentration and it's getting harder to think. What is so bad if you are garbage? Then take out the trash and go and go and go on. Right now someone is dying. Right now a soul is born in to this world. Right now jess is looking and talking to you though my word.
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