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The Epitome Begets An Illusion
AaronButcher

The force is erupting another deified element.
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A calm walkabout that's gathering the fully intent.
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The realm you seek is forward down the left hand path.
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To each his own, by this  trickery of faith and Holy wrath.
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Devoured by the misunderstanding, and  directed by the multiple guises.
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Cast down beside the blind, by a God whom craft  demoralizes.
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Ready to be the unforgotten besides the unholy moral compass is always true.
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As the universe is constantly watching, of which belief do you truly  ensue?
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Can it be possible that it's all been a clamitity of a fully misinformed course?
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With an open mind to  believe, you must abandon  to completely  question it's  source.
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By my name is a casting of a runic force.
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Bludgeoned by blunt words, provoked with their prayers, another exorcised possession.
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Consider the exorcism to be the invoking of demons directly into human form from a demonic dimension
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15 Nov 17


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