In my imagination, in my imancipation, i recoil back to the hole i came from. Iam in all view of them, they all look at me. wondering, laughing, critics, hores they are. Devils of falich, they are. Enemies of yakub, prophets of ballim.
I come in terror not peace. I come to devour, not give, i come to kill. NOT LET LIVE. i come to ambush, not warn. I come at night, sleep not by day. For the evil that over took yakuth at the altar of halinwai has risen in the souls of men. Spread out in all their lust cities, in all their debacharu=y, in all their muder. hahhaahahhhaha.....
She mothered me, taught me the ways, stated the rules. If any hahahaa. I was to be called kalith, the lost, tamsi the sweet. I leared to prey, hunt, feed, kill. Hurt, change, destroy. I was thee source. I was thee choosen one. If i was given any choice at it. LIfe gives us no choices. From birth to death its all writen down.
When he formed the earth, before it was fashioned. Your life was drawn is drawn, like a finished portrait, a written book. From birth to death. U change nothing for he is today tommorrow and forever. THe story of immortatilty........
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"...like a finished portrait, a written book. From birth to death."
No it's not Yes it is No it's not Yes it is maybe the truth is in the middle. Maybe there is a part of us that cannot be changed, and there is part that can be. Maybe there are some situations in which we have not control, and others in which we do.
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(nervously) hahaha...hahaha...ha..ha!
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