Upon the Sacred Scrolls
Humanity you sit in the circle of blessed miracles, my helm, have been reached My universal most trusted infinitive disciples may the gospel of the truth you must always preach Is the hindrance of your thoughts, Judas cascaded in envy to be I am venerated among the roaring echoes of ripple currents found in the depths of a darken unmovable sea Lost in the cyclone when trying to define what the minds cannot understand in the quietness of its mental euphoric elements of divine degrees Let thy will be done always comfort the cerebral cortex, instill positive grains of generational worthy deeds…
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