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Spirituality. What's real in this reality? Can we feel out how to beseech, and see the deal of a coward's release? Will we repeal loud when he speaks, or steal his crown like a thief when he figured out the sound of the peace, but couldn't get down with disease? Are we bound to be free? Hear this around when he speaks. We're too old to be proud of our deeds. We're too sold and bound to decease. Will fields grow bountifully if we see? Green and teal - profound. What exceeds. Leaf and peels. Ground and a breeze. Sleet and hail pelting towns underneath in due season. If we heal, who's drowning in the seas as reason rebuilds clouds underneath a savior's feet as we bow when he's reached? Fear it, and plow what you reap. It's nearing now as I preach, even to crowds of conceit.

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The legend betwixt brethren will ascend from the heavens, as the witch's regular ditch becomes seven trumpets - man's dead end. Pretend this lent pen can rend them to contend against it - the Devil etched in severed dimensions again, when it's interrupted with Unleavened Bread. It's evident, when mentioned - comprehend the suspension of 10 commandments kept within, either spent in sin, or a relentless win. My friend, it's better if you can strengthen, with kin, the spiritual settings, the gift of sacrificial perception, and the length of rich dividends, all respected by sense of individual connection. To begin - forever to be missed if the debtor, with a hiss, defies the measure's instance of tenure. Rid defense of pleasure that's equipped to never uplift in the treasure that gives - God's spirit in several. Amen.

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