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Melting into the crowd, the basaclica the bells of rome proclaming in the mid-day heat "Hosanna! Holy Father! Benedictus!" the face of a man who never considered an angel... sint mihi dei acherontis propitii, valeat numen triplex jehovae may the gods of acheron look with favour upon me away with the spirit of the three fold |
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Jehovah a sleep like the ages a sleep like death like gog and magog blood flowing like dreams black stole and black chasuble. black cope angelic perfection perfect pope murder pre-sanctification |
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Hell. God. |
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Devil. Amen. |
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Hey. a sleep like the ages a sleep like death like gog and magog blood flowing like dreams pre-sanctification |
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Hell. God. |
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Devil. Amen. |
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Hey. hereupon, |
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I defy God and his |
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Christ the angels of heaven rejecting all that lives in gods name death is meaningless, pain is endless satanic succubus profane, deranged we descend into the catacombs... |
